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BY    WILLIAM    ALLEN. 


PSALMS  AND 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP, 


CONTAINING 


ALL   THE   PSALMS  AND   HYMNS   OF    DR.    WATTS, 


WHICH   AUE    DEEMED    \  ALUALLE, 


TOGETHER    WITH    A 


NEW  VERSION  OF  ALL  THE  PSALMS, 


AND  -MANY   ORIGINAL   HYMNS, 


BESIDES    A    LARGE    COLLECTION    FK03I   OTHER    WRITERS 


BY    WILLIAM    ALLEN,    D.     D. 

PRESIDENT  OF  EOWDOIN   COLLEGE  ; 
Author  of  ihe  Amcr.  Biocr.  ^nd  Hist.  Dictionaiw 


BOSTON,   ^V^I.  PEIKCE;   N.  YORK,   LEAVITT,   LORD,  &  CO: 

HARTFORD,   D.   BURGESS,  ^  CO. 

1835. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1835, 

BY  WM.   ALLEN, 

in  the  Clerk's  office  of  the  District  Court  of  Maine. 


PRINTED   BY  J.  GRIFFIN,   BRUNSWICK. 


mtmm 


PREFACE, 


IX  presenting  to  the  public  a  licw,  lyrical  Version  of  all  the 
Psalms,  as  well  as  a  collection  of  Hymns,  adapted  to  the  pur- 
poses of  public,  or  congregational  worship,  the  author  may  ve- 
ry properly  explain  the  reasons,  which  have  induced  him  to 
prepare  these  sacred  songs  for  the  churches  of  Christ.  And, 
in  order  to  do  tliis,  he  would  call  the  attention  of  the  reader  to 
a  history  of  metrical  Versions  of  the  Psalms,  and  to  a  few  criti- 
cal remarks  upon  them. 

1.  The  first  metrical  version  of  the  Psalms  of  David  seems 
to  have  been  that  of  Atollixaris,  about  the  year  470.  He 
made  an  excellent  paraphrase  in  Greek  verse.  It  was  printed 
at  Paris  ia  15S0. 

2.  The  followers  of  Johx  Huss  and  Jerom  of  Prague, 
who  died  in  1415  and  1416,  had  among  them  a  lyrical  version 
of  the  Psalms.  Hass  is  known  to  have  versified  the  12Sth 
Psalm  ;  and  it  was  sung,  agreeably  to  the  music  of  that  period, 
in  slow  notes  of  equal  length.  The  Bohemian  Brethren  had  a 
Psalm  and  Hymn  Book,  with  musical  notes,  in  153S, 

3.  About  1535  or  1540  Luther  made  lyrical  versions  of 
several  of  the  Psalms,  and  a  book  of  Psalms  and  Hymns  for 
public  worship  was  prepared  for  his  followers. 

4.  The  Psalms  appeared  in  Flemish  verse  in  1540,  with 
music  by  Simon  Cock.  Eobaxus,  who  died  in  1540,  made 
a  version  of  the  whole  book  of  Psalms  in  Latin  verse  ;  which 
was  the  first  Latin,  metrical  version.  Soon  afterwards  Cam- 
ERARius  versified  some  of  the  Psalms  in  Greek  ;  and  Stige- 
Lius  of  Gotha  also  versified  some  of  thetn. 

5.  Clement  Marot,  valet  of  the  bed  chamber  to  Francis 
L  king  of  France,  was  celebrated  as  a  poet,  and  wrote  pasto- 
rals, ballads,  fables,  and  elegies-  About  1540,  at  the  sugges- 
tion of  Vatablus,  professor  of  Hebrew,  he  made  a  version  of 
about  30  of  the  Psalms  in  French  verse.  He  proposed  to  sub- 
stitute divine  hymns  in  the  place  of  the  common  ditties  of  the 
times,  and  he  expressed  a  hope,  that  by  this  means  the  golden 
age  would  return.     His  books  were  very  rapidly  sold.     Even 


IV  PREFACE. 

ill  the  splendid  court  of  the  king  nothing  was  heard,  but  the 
Psahns  of  Marot.  Each  of  the  royal  family  and  the  nobiiity 
selected  a  psalm,  and  sung  it  to  the  ballad  tune,  which  was 
preferred.  Prince  Henry,  in  going  out  to  the  chase,  sung  the 
42d  psalm,  "  Ainsi  qu'on  oit  le  cerf  bruire," — "  As  pants  the 
hart  for  water  brooks."  Catholics  and  protestants  were  all  at 
first  delighted  with  Marot's  psalms.  He  afterwards,  while  he 
lived  at  Geneva,  versified  20  others  ;  and  the  50  w^ere  printed 
at  Rome  in  1542.  After  Marot's  death  Beza  versified  the 
rest  of  the  Psalms  in  the  same  manner,  and  the  whole  150 
were  published  at  Strasburg  in  1545.  Calvin,  who  wished  to 
introduce  general,  congregational  singing,  approved  of  these 
Psalms,  and  caused  them  to  be  set  to  music,  in  a  single  part, 
in  simple  notes.  As  they  were  generally  used  by  protestants, 
the  Catholics  soon  interdicted  them,  and  regarded  psalm-sing- 
ing as  a  sign  of  Lutheranism,  or  heresy.  Marot's  and  Beza's 
Psalms  are  written  in  various  metres  and  appear  in  good  rhyme 
and  perfectly  rhymed  stanzas.  The  circumstance,  which  ren- 
dered them  so  generally  interesting  and  attractive,  was  the 
rhyme.  They  were  religious  odes,  in  rhyme,  and  in  a  form, 
adapting  them  to  be  generally  sung  not  only  by  the  congrega- 
tion, but  in  families.  The  work,  as  arranged  for  protestant 
worship,  is  generally  printed  with  the  music  accompanying  ev- 
ery line.  Some  of  these  simple  melodies  are  retained  at  the 
present  day. 

6.  Thomas  Sterxhold  made  a  version  of  51  Psalms, 
which  were  published  in  1549.  He  was  groom  of  the  robes  to 
Henry  VHL  Soon  afterwards  Johx  Hopkins,  a  clergyman 
in  Sutlblk,  versified  58  Psalms,  and,  other  persons  having  lent 
their  aid,  the  whole  book  of  Psalms  versified  was  published  in 
1562.  The  other  contributors  were  W.  Whyttingham,  dean 
of  Durham,  whose  16  Psalms  are  among  the  best  ;  Thomas 
Norton,  a  barrister,  translator  of  Calvin's  Institutes,  who  ver- 
sified 27  of  the  Psalms  ;  W.  Kethe,  an  exile  at  Frankfort,  who 
versified  25  Psalms  ;  and  R.  Wisdom  and  J.  Pullain,  who 
versified  only  one  or  two  Psalms. 

This  version  has  much  less  variety  of  metre,  than  IMarot's, 
and  it  is  chargeable  with  the  fault  of  many  half-rhymed  stan- 
zas, which  is  not  a  fault  of  the  French  version.  The  only  stan- 
zas of  this  version,  which  are  at  the  present  day  retained  in 
any  collections  of  the  Psalms,  are  the  following,  found  in  the 
18th  Psalm,  and  they  are  never  retained  unaltered  : — 

The  Lord  descended  fiom  above, 

and  bowed  the  heavens  high; 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 

the  daikness  of  the  sky. 


I 


PREFACE.  r 

On  cherubs  and  on  clierubins 

full  royally  lie  roHe; 
And  on  the  vvin^s  of  all  the  winds 

came  flying  all  abroad. 

Cherubins  is  the  ancient  English  form  of  the  plural  of  Cherub. 
The  lameness  of  the  second  line  has  often  been  remarked,  and 
the  singularity  of  the  two  plurals  of  the  word  cherub.  Some 
modern  collections  and  books  of  music,  in  tho  attenjpt  to  cor- 
rect this  fiiult,  commit  a  still  greater,  by  inserting  seraphim 
with  cherubim.  There  is  no  authority  in  scripture  for  repre- 
senting God  as  riding  forth  on  seraphim.  It  may  well  excite 
our  surprise,  that  this  antiquated  version,  containing  many  pas- 
sages, which  cannot  at  the  present  day  be  read  with  any  sobri- 
ety of  thought,  should  still  be  retained  in  some  of  the  episco- 
pal churches  of  England. 

In  1549  Robert  Crowley  made  a  metrical  version  of 
the  Psalms.  About  this  time  also  Hexry  Howard,  earl 
Surrey,  and  Sir  Tho.  W'yat  versified  some  of  the  Psalms. 

7.  About  1550  the  celebrated  George  Buchanax,  while 
imprisoned  in  a  monastery  in  Portugal,  m.ade  an  elegant  Latia 
version  of  the  Psalms.  Of  this  version  the  122d  Psalm  bishop 
Home  erroneously  ascribes  to  Zuinger,  and  publishes  it  in  his 
Commentary  with  Merrick's  translation.  But  Zuinger  mere- 
ly altered  a  few  words  of  Buchanan's  version. — Dolscius 
made  a  Greek  version,  published  at  Basil  in  1555. 

8.  About  1557  archbishop  Parker  made  a  version,  which 
was  printed  about  1570.  The  following  is  from  the  18th 
Psalm  :  ^ 

**He  rode  on  high,  and  did  so  flv 

Upon  the  cherubins; 

He  came  in  sight,  and  made  his  flight 

Upon  the  wing  of  winds. — 

The  Lord  from  heaven  sent  down  his  leveii 

And  thunder'd  thence  in  ire; 

He  thunder  cast  in  wondrous  blast 

With  hails  and  coals  of  fire." 

It  seems,  that  in  avoiding  the  fault  of  Sternhold,  he  made  his 
rhymes  more  frequent,  than  a  sober  and  correct  taste  would 
demand. 

9.  Peter  Dathex,  minister  at  Frankfort,  about  1560, 
translated  Marot's  and  Beza's  Psalms  into  Low-Dutch  metre, 
adapting  them  to  the  French  tunes  and  measure.  A  new 
Dutch  translation  was  undertaken  by  Philip  de  Marnix,  lord  of 
Sainte  Algedonda. 

Bernard  Woiewodka  printed  the  Psalms  in  Polish  me- 
tre at  Brescz  in  1565. 

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VI  PREFACE. 

Stryc,  a  Bohemian,  admirably  versified  the  Psalms  in 
1590  ;  his  work  has  this  title,  Zalmowe  Sw.  Davvida  w  ryhmy 
Ceske  uwedene. 

Sylburgius  made  a  version  in  Greek  verse,  which  was 
published,  with  that  of  Apollmaris,  in  1596  by  Commelinus. 
Louis  Crucius,  a  Lisbon  Jesuit,  published"^  the  Psalms  in 
metre  in  Latin  at  3Iadrid  in  1600. 

In  the  sixteenth  century  J.  B.  Chassigxet,  a  native  of 
Besancon,  published  in  French  verse  a  paraphrase  of  all  the 
Psalms  in  various  measui-es.  In  that  of  the  9 2d  Psalm  are 
the  following  lines. 

"Soit  que  du  beau  soleii  la  perruque  empourpree 
Redore  de  ses  rais  cette  basse  contrte," 

If  any  should  be  disposed  to  tolerate  Saxdys  in  speakin<y,  in 
his  version,  of  the  *'golden-tressed  sun  ;"  yet  our  English  hab- 
its of  thought  will  hardly  allow^  us  to  regard  the  sun  as  endow- 
ed with  a  "peruke"  or'periwig. 

10.  Sir  Philip  Sidney,  who  fell  in  battle  in  1586  at  the 
age  of  32,  made  a  version  of  42  Psalms  ;  and  the  others  were 
versified  by  his  sister,  Mary,  the  countess  of  Pembroke.  This 
work,  after  slumbering  nearly  two  centuries  and  a  half,  was 
published  at  the  Chiswick  press  in  1823.  It  is  written  in  a 
great  variety  of  metre,  and  is  in  general  well  rhymed,  thouah 
a  few  of  the  pieces  are  entirely  without  rhyme.  The  whole 
of  each  Psalm  is'  versified.  An  English  writer  has  remarked 
of  Sir  P.  Sidney,  that  "  his  life  is  finer  poetry,  than  his  wri- 
tings." The  antiquated  style  and  complex  metres  of  this  ver- 
sion render  it^entirely  useless  for  the  purposes  of  psalmody. 
The  version  of  the  125th  is  in  the  rare  Sapphic  measure  ; 

"'As  Salem  braveth  with  her  hilly  bulwarks. 
Roundly  enforted  :   so  the  great  Jehovah 
Closeth  his  servants,  as  a  hilly  bulwark 
Ever  abiding," 

The  following  is  a  stanza  of  the  139th  : 

''Do  thou  thy  best,  O  secret  night, 
In  sable  vail  to  cover  me; 
Thy  sable  vail 
Shall  vainly  fail ; 
With  day  unmask'd  my  night  shall  be, 
For  night  is  day,  and  darkness  light, 
O,  Father  of  all  lights,  to  Thee." 

11.  King  James  I.  undertook  to  versify  the  Psalms,  but  ac- 
complished his  purpose  only  in  part.  His  version,  which  was 
printed   after  his  death,  is  "remarkable  for  its  flat  simplicity 


PREFACE.  VII 

and  unmeaning  expletives.''     The  following  is  a  stanza  from 
the  74th  Ps.  ; 

"Why  dost  thoii  thus  withdraw  thy  hand, 

E'en  thy  ri^ht  hand  restrain  ] 

Out  of  thy  bosom,  for  our  good, 

Draw  back  the  same  again." 
The  same  passage  i^  as  follows  in  Stemhold's  version  : 

"Why  dost  Thou  draw  th\^4iand  aback, 

and  hide  it  in  thy  lap  ] 
O,  pluck  it  out,  and  be  not  slack 

to  give  thy  foes  a  rap." 

J.  Bertaut,  a  bishop  in  Normandy,  who  died  in  1611, 
published  a  version  of  many  of  the  Psalms.  About  the  year 
1620  bishop  Miles  S^iyth  made  a  version  of  the  Psalms  ; 
and  about  the  same  time  another  metrical  version  was  made 
by  Mr.  DoD. 

12.  In  1632  Geo.  Wither  published,  in  the  Netherlands, 
a  version,  made  by  command  of  king  James.  He  had  previ- 
ously published  Hymns  and  Songs  of  the  Church  in  1623. 
He  aimed  to  combine  "the  fulness  of  the  sense  with  the  relish 
of  the  scripture  phrase."  The  following  stanza  is  from  the 
first  Psalm  : 

'•'Like  a  tree,  set  near  the  springs. 
He  doth  always  freshly  flourish; 
Still  his  fruits  he  timely  brings, 
And  his  leaf  shall  never  perish: 
Every  thing  shall  prosper  too, 
Which  he  undertakes  to  do." 

Arthur  John-sox,  physician  to  Charles  I.,  educated  at 
Aberdeen,  who  died  at  Oxford  in  1641,  published  a  version  of 
the  Psalms  in  Latin  verse  in  1637. 

13.  George  Sandys,  the  traveller,  published  in  a  small 
folio,  in  1638,  a  Paraphrase  upon  the  Divine  Poems,  contain- 
ing a  version  of  all  the  Psalms,  with  tunes  in  two  parts.  This 
version  has  in  many  respects  high  poetical  excellence,  though 
it  has  also  many  faults.  It  contains  a  great  variety  of  metres, 
and  has  no  slovenly,  half-rhymed  stanzas.  One  of  his  best 
pieces  may  be  found  in  this  book,  Ps.  148,  eighth  version. 
It  has  been  remarked,  that  his  Psalms,  written  in  the  metre  of 
this  specimen, — seven- syllable  trochaic, — have  a  peculiar  beau- 
ty, while  in  other  metres  he  seems  to  lose  his  lyrical  powers. 
Indeed,  a  considerable  part  of  his  paraphrase  is  not  adapted  to 
lyrical  purposes,  as  he  has  versified,  and  frequently  in  the  long 
ten-syllable  measure,  the  whole  of  all  the  Psalms.  iMr.  Mil- 
ner,  ift  his  life  of  Watts,  says,  that  Sandys  employs  ^^ chiefly  the 
trochaic  couplet  ;"  which  is  a  great  mistake,  as  only  14  out 
of  150  Psalms  are  in  this  metre. 


VIII  PREFACE. 

14.  In  1640  J.   Eliot,  T.  Welde,  and  R.   Mather, 

ministers  near  Boston,  made  the  '*  New-England  Version.'* 
This  was  revised  by  president  Dunster  about  1650  and  was 
used  generally  by  the  New  England  churches  until,  at  length, 
it  was  superseded  by  the  version  of  Watts.  The  26th  edition 
was  published  in  1744.  It  was  revised  by  T.  Prince  in  1758. 
This  is  a  faithful  translation  from  the  Hebrew  ;  but  it  has  no 
poetical  merit.  Most  of  it  is  written  in  the  common  half-rhy- 
med stanza  of  Sternhold.  The  following  is  a  specimen  of  the 
primitive  edition  of  1640  : — 

"And  he  shall  be  like  lo  a  tree 

planted  by  water-rivers: 
That  in  his  season  yields  his  fruit, 

and  his  leafe  never  ^vilhers. 
And  all  he  dodi  shall  prosper  well, 

the  wicked  are  not  so: 
But  they  are  like  unto  the  chaflfe, 

which  vvinde  drives  to  and  fro.^' 

The  same  in  Dunster' s  and  Prince's  revisions  is  thus  : 
"He  shall  be  like  a  planted  tree 

by  water  brooks,  which  shall 
In  his  due  season  yield  liis  fruit, 

whose  leaf  shall  never  fall." 

"For  he  is  like  a  goodly  tree 

to  rivers  planted  near; 
Which  timely  yields  its  fruit,  v\hose  leaf 

shall  ever  green  appear." 

A  copy  of  this  version  is  in  the  libraries  of  Harvard  College 
and  of  the  Antiquarian  Society  at  Worc^ter,  but  without  the 
title  page.  A  copy  is  in  the  library  of  the  Old  South  church  in 
Boston,  with  the  title  page,  which  is  thus  : — "The  Whole 
Booke  of  Psalmes  faithfully  translated  into  English  metre. 
Whereunto  is  prefixed  a  discourse  declaring  not  only  the  law- 
fulness, but  also  the  necessity  of  the  heavenly  ordinance  of 
singing  scripture  Psalms  in  the  churches  of  God. — Imprinted 
1640."     The  names  of  the  authors  are  not  mentioned. 

There  is  one  sentence  in  the  preface,  to  which  all  the  lovers 
of  sacred  music,  and  all  our  churches  will  do  well  to  give  heed  ; 
it  is  this, — "  The  singing  of  Psalms,  though  it  breathe  forth 
nothing  but  holy  harmony,  and  melody  ;  yet  such  is  the  sub- 
tilty  of  the  enemy,  and  the  enmity  of  our  nature  against  the 
Lord,  and  his  ways,  that  our  hearts  can  find  matter  of  discord 
in  this  harmony,  and  crotchets  of  division  in  this  holy  melody." 
It  was  a  quarter  of  a  century  or  more  after  the  publication  of 
Watts'  version,  before  the  prejudice  in  favor  of  this  New  Eng- 
land version  was  overcome  ;  and  in  the  last  century  the  pres- 


PREFACE.  IX 

bvterian  rhiirch  in  tbi^  CMuntry  found  ample  ''  matter  of  dis- 
cord" and  many  '^crotch.ts  of  division"  in  consrquence  of  the 
substitution  of  Watts  for  the  old  Scotch  version.  Churches 
were  rent  asunder  in  the  contest.  Indeed  the  old  Scots  book 
still  triumphantly  retains  its  place  in  some  of  the  presbyterian 
churches,  and  refuses  to  yield  to  the  innovations  of  Watts, 
whose  version  was  made  116  years  ago. 

15.  A  version  of  the  Psahiis  by  H.  Atxsworth  was  pub- 
lished at  Amsterdam  in  1()44,  with  copious  annotations,  and 
tunes.  The  prose  and  metrical  versions  are  on  the  same  page. 
It  has  much  the  same  rank  in  poetical  excellence  with  the 
New  England  version.  The  following  is  a  specimen  from  the 
ISth  Psalm: 

''And  he  did  bow  the  hoav'n?  and  down  did  pass  : 

And  gloomv  darkness  under  his  feet  was. 

Anrj  he  did  ride  on  cherub  and  did  fly  : 

And  on  wings  of  the  wind  he  flew  swiftly." 
Some  of  the  early  settlers  of  Plymouth,  who  came  from  Hol- 
land, introduced  this  version,  and  it  held  its  place  in  the  church 
of  Plymouth  against  the  Xew  England  version  until  1692,  and 
even  in  Salem  until  1662.  Xor  would  it  have  been  wonder- 
ful, had  it  never  yielded  ;  for  it  was  equal  in  poetry  to  the  N. 
E.  version  and  had  the  superior  advantage  of  a  good  prose  ver- 
sion, musical  notes,  and  learned  and  valuable  annotations. 

16.  h\  1645  the  version  of  Fraxcis  Rouse,  which  the 
Commons  of  England  had  two  years  before  recommended  to 
the  consideration  of  the  Assembly  of  Divines  at  Westminster, 
was  revised  and  came  out  with  the  approbation  of  both  houses 
of  parliament.  This  is  supposed  to  be  what  is  commonly  cal- 
led the  old  Scotch  version,  which  is  still  retained,  I  suppose,  in 
Scotland,  and  in  some  of  the  presbyterian  churches  in  this 
country.  It  is  much  of  the  same  character  whh  the  New  Eng- 
land version.  The  following  is  a  specimen  from  the  first  Psalm. 
By  comparing  it  with  the  stanza  from  the  New  Encrland  version, 
the  same  lines  will  be  found  in  both  ;  and  it  may  be,  that  the 
Scotch  Churches  are  much  indebted  for  their  book  of  Psalms 
to  the  Independents  of  New  England. 

"He  shall  he  like  a  tree,  that  grows 

Near  planted  by  a  river, 

\N  liich  in  his  season  yields  his  fruit. 

And  his  leaffadeth  never: 

And  al!  he  doth  shall  prosper  well. 

The  wicl.od  are  not  so: 

But  like  they  are  unto  the  chaff, 

Which  wind  drive?  to  and  fro.*' 

About  this  period  R.  Goodridge  made  a  version  of  the 
Psalras. 


X  PREFACE. 

17.  In  lG-45  Wm.  Bartox,  a  minister  in  Loudon,  publish- 
ed a  version  of  about  30  of  the  Psalms,  togelher  with  "choice 
collections  of  the  old  Psalms."  An  edition  had  been  previous- 
ly printed  by  order  of  parliament.  This  edition,  having  "the 
cream  and  tlower  of  the  best  authors,"  came  out  with  the  ap- 
probation of  more  than  40  divines,  most  of  them  of  the  Assem- 
bly. Barton's  entire  version  was  published  in  16S2.  He  says, 
"  The  Scots  have  of  late  put  forth  a  psalm  book,  most-what 
composed  out  of  mine  and  Mr.  Rouse's."  This  version  is  of 
a  higher  poetical  character  than  the  Scotch.  The  following 
stanzas  of  the  23d  Ps.  were  in  part  copied  by  Watts  : 

*'The  living  Lord  my  shepherd  is. 

And  he,  that  dolli  nie  feed; 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

AVhat  comfort  can  I  need? 

"He  leads  me  to  the  tender  grass. 

Where  I  both  feed  and  rest; 

Then  to  the  sueams,  that  gently  pass; 

In  both  I  have  the  best." 
18.  About  1660  bishop  H.  Kixg,  and  soon  afterwards  Sam. 
Woodford,  D.  D.  published  metrical  versions  of  the  Psalms. 
Denham  remarks  on  the  latter, — "his  verse  is   not  for  singing 
but  reading." 

Bishop  GodeaHj  a  member  of  the  Academy  of  Belles  Let- 
tres  in  France,  who  died  in  1672,  published  a  version  of  the 
Psalms  in  metre. 

19.  John  Elioty  one  of  the  authors  of  the  New  England 
version,  published  the  book  of  Psalms  in  Indian  metre  in  16S0, 
The  language  was  that  of  the  Xaticks  near  Boston,  or  the  Mas- 
sachusetts' language.  The  unlearned  reader  may  judge,  wheth- 
er he  can  relish  the  melody  of  the  Indian,  by  examining  the  two 
first  verses  of  the  97th  Psalm  : 

**  Wutassootamun  God,  muttaok 

weekontamoomooutch 
Munnahanash  wonk  monaklsh 

maskouantr\moomooiitch 
O  Oweeuuhkunkqiin  pohkenai : 

matokqs,  wussiitumoc.nk 
Wunnomwansseonk  vvutappue 

ne  meniihkesuonk." 
Mr.  Eliot  must  be  deemed  excusable  for  putting  this  Indian  ver- 
sion in  the  half-rhymed  stanzas  of  his  English  predecessors. 

20.  A  new  and  entire  version  was  made  by  Sifuon  Ford^ 
D.  D.  in  16SS.  In  speaking  of  Sternhold  he  says,  "  it  were 
but  decent  to  burv  that  former  translation  with  honor  for  the 
service   it  hath  done."     But  Sternhold's   book,   intrenched  in 


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the  English  church,  has  survived  that  of  Dr.  Ford.  He  has 
various  metres,  and  no  half-rhynied  stanzas  ;  but  the  work  has 
no  peculiar  excellence,  ^onie  of  his  lines  seem  to  have  been 
borrowed  by  Watts  ;  as  the  following  from  Ps.  139  : — 

'•'Asleep,  awake,  ai  ht)me,  abroad, 

Thou  knowest  all  my  nays,  O  God» — 

Darkness  and  liglit  in  thid  agree. 

That  they  are  both  alike  to  thee." 
Two  other  poetical  versions  of  the  Psalms  were   published 
by  Luke  Milhourne,  who  died  in  1720,  and  by  Mr.  Darby. 
The  Psalms  in  Swedish  verse  appeared  in  1695,  and  perhaps 
much  earlier. 

21.  The  version  of  JVahum  Tate  and  JMchoIas  Brady 
was  published  in  1696.  Some  of  the  Psahns  have  dignity  and 
excellence  ;  yet  the  general  character  of  the  work  is  that  of 
diffuseaess  and  dulness.  The  measure  is  heavy,  and  many  of 
the  pieces  are  only  half  rhymed.  The  plan  was  radically 
defective  ;  for  the  whole  of  every  Psalm  is  versified  ;  of  course 
much  of  the  book  is  totally  unsuitable  for  lyrical  purposes, 
and  cannot  be  employed  in  Psalmody.  Yet  this  is  the  only 
authorized  version  of  the  episcopal  churches  of  this  country, 
and  is  commonly  used  by  the  episcopalians  of  England,  yet 
by  them  often  with  other  versions.  Until  recently  the  whole 
of  Tate  and  Brady  was  retained  by  the  American  episcopali- 
ans ;  but  in  Dec.  1S32  a  selection  was  made  from  Tate's  book 
and  Psalms  and  parts  of  Psalms  omitted,  so  that  the  present 
authorized  version  has  only  124  Psalms  ;  and  as  the  whole 
book  is  reduced,  it  is  odd  enough,  that  the  pieces  have  lost 
their  old  names.  For  instance,  David's  119th  Psalm  is  called 
the  9Tth,  to  the  confusion  of  those,  who  wish  to  call  things  by 
their  right  names.  After  all  the  abridgement,  and  reduction, 
and  patch-work,  employed  upon  Tate  and  Brady,  the  version  is 
not  worthy  of  the  good  taste  of  the  episcopal  churches. 

An  episcopal  writer  in  England  said  in  1825,  "  Sternhold 
and  Hopkins  retain  possession  of  only  a  few  cathedral  or  col- 
legiate churches  ;  and  even  Tate  and  Brady  have,  to  a  very 
great  extent,  given  way  before  the  practice  of  introducing  pri- 
vate selections  of  Psalms  and  Hymns  for  public  worship." 

Versions  of  the  Psalms  were  made  by  Sir  J.  Denharn  in 
1714,  and  by  Dr.  /.  Patrick  in  1715.  Dr.  Basil  S^ennet, 
who  died  in  1714,  also  published  a  version.  Patrick's  version 
was  much  used  by  the  dissenters. 

22.  In  171S  Dr.  Cotto?i  Mather  of  Boston  published  the 
book  of  Psalms  in  Blank  Verse,  fitted  to  the  tunes  in  com- 
mon use.  It  was  designed  to  be  an  exact  copy  of  the  original 
''without  the  fetters  of  rhyme  ;"  and   the  author   hoped,  that 


XII  PREFACE. 

it  would  be  more  acceptable  to  those,  who  reverenced  the 
words  of  inspiration,  than  if  it  departed  from  the  original  "  for 
the  sake  of  a  little  jingle  at  the  end  of  the  line  !"  However, 
he  mistook  the  public  taste  ;  and  his  work,  if  it  was  ever  sung 
in  any  church,  is  now  forgotten.  The  jingle  of  Watts  was  pre- 
ferred to  it.  This  version  was  printed,  so  that  what  is  called 
the  Long  metre  might  be  converted  into  Common  metre  by 
omitting  the  words  in  black  letter  between  the  brackets.  The 
following  is  a  specimen  from  Ps.  23d.: — 

*'My  shepherd  is  th'  eternal  God  ;  I!  I  shall  not  be  in  [anj?] 
want  :  II  In  pastures  of  a  tender  grass  ||  He  [eber]  makes  me 
to  lie  down  :  ||  To  w^aters  of  tranquillities  ||  He  gently  carries 
me,  [alonjj.]  II  " 

23.  Dr.  Watts'  Psalms  introduced  a  new  era  in  the  history 
of  church  psalmody.  His  Hymns  were  published  in  1707, 
when  he  was  only  23  years  of  age  ;  but  his  Psahns,  though 
partly  written  in  1712,  were  not  finished  and  published  till 
1719.  The  excellent  plan  of  Dr.  Watts,  in  which  he  followed 
Barton,was  this; — not  to  make  an  entire  version  of  every  Psalm, 
but  to  select  the  most  lyrical  portions  of  the  book  of  Psalms. 
He  proposed  to  give  an  '' lmitatio7i  of  the  Psalms  in  Christian 
language." 

There  are  two  very  different  principles,  on  which  a  metrical 
version  of  the  Psalms  may  be  made. 

The  first  is  to  give  as  beautiful,  and  complete,  and  perfect  a 
representation,  as  possible,  in  English  poetry  of  the  Hebrew 
original.  But  in  this  case,  the  version  will  not  be  well  adap- 
ted to  the  purposes  of  public  psalmody,  how^ever  mteresting  to 
the  reader,  and  however  valuable  in  the  character  of  devotional 
poetry. 

The  second  principle,  on  which  a  version  may  be  made,  is 
to  render  it  a  strictly  lyrical  version,  or  one,  which  is  to  be 
sung  by  a  religious  assenjbly.  Of  course  the  long  Psalms  must 
be  abridged  ; — the  historical  Jewish  narratives  and  allusions,  so 
far  as  they  cannot  be  accommodated  to  the  circumstances  of 
the  Christian  church,  are  to  be  omitted  ; — and  Psalms,  merely 
doctrinal  or  didactic,  are  either  to  be  overlooked,  or  to  be 
drawn  somewhat  into  a  lyrical  character. 

By  the  first  method  the  whole  sentiment  of  the  Psalm  is 
transferred  without  omission  into  metre.  By  the  second  meth- 
od a  version  is  made  only  of  select  parts.  The  first  method 
was  adopted  by  Sternhoid  and  Hopkins,  by  Sidney,  by  Sandys, 
by  the  New  England  fiithers,  by  the  Scotch  churches,  by  Tate 
and  Brady,  and  indeed  by  almost  all  the  writers  enumerated 
and  by  others  yet  to  be  mentioned.  The  second  method  was 
adopted   by  Dr.  Walts  ;  and  he  made  a  truly  lyrical  version, 


PREFACE.  XIII 

fitted  to  be  sung  ia  Christian  worship.  Yet  there  are  great  im- 
perfections in  his  version,  which  wil!  be  adverted  to,  after  this 
brief  historical  account  of  metrical  versions  is  brought  to  a 
close. 

24.  Sir  Richard  Blackmore  published  in  1721  a  version, 
which  is  even  inferior  to  that  of  Tate  and  Brady.  A  version 
by  Jonathan  Harle  was  published  in  1730. 

In  1752  John  Barnard ^xmm^lQT  of  Marblehead,  Massachu- 
setts, at  the  age  of  70  years,  published  a  version  of  the  Psahus, 
with  tunes.  He  freely  borrowed  from  the  labors  of  his  prede- 
cessors, and  produced  a  patcii-work,  equal  indeed  to  many  of 
the  English  versions  in  point  of  poetry,  yet  without  any  peculiar 
excellence.  It  is  imperfectly  rhymed.  Being  an  entire  ver- 
sion, it  is  poorly  adapted  to  lyrical  purposes.  Perhaps  it  nev- 
er was  sung  out  of  the  bounds  of  Marblehead. 

25.  In  1754  S.  Wheatland  and  T.  ^SiVt'es^er  published  at 
London  a  close  translation  of  the  Psalms  of  David  in  heroic 
verse.  In  the  same  measure  a  version  was  published  in  1756 
by  Thomas  Cradock,  an  episcopal  clergyman  in  Baltimore 
county,  Maryland. 

26.  Thomas  Prince^  the  distinguished  minister  of  the  Old 
South  church  in  Boston,  published  in  175S  a  revision  of  the 
New  England  Psalms,  made  with  much  labor  and  great  care. 
It  is  valuable  as  a  translation  of  the  original  Hebrew  ;  but  as  a 
poetical  and  lyrical  version  it  has  not  much  merit. 

27.  James  Merrick,  educated  at  Oxford,  and  who  died  at 
Reading  in  1769,  aged  51,  published  the  2d  edition  of  his  Psalms 
paraphrased  in  English  verse  in  1766.  A  specimen  may  be 
found  in  this  book  ;  Ps.  136  ;  version  7th. — This  work  has 
much  poetic  excellence  ;  but,  besides  being  an  entire  version, 
it  is  dirFuse,  and  of  the  nature  of  a  paraphrase,  and  destitute  of 
the  lyrical  energy  of  the  original.  Indeed  it  was  not  adapted 
for  the  purposes  of  the  singer  in  the  church  ;  it  is  rather  for 
the  devout  and  poetic  reader.  In  1792  Mr.  Tattersall  publish- 
ed an  edition  of  Merrick,  divided  for  singing. 

In  Italy  Savinio  Matti  made  a  fine  poetical  translation  of 
the  Psalms. 

28.  In  ISll  William  Goode,  an  episcopal  minister  in  Lon- 
don, published  an  entire  version  of  the  Psalms,  in  2  vols.  8vo., 
w^hich  in  poetic  excellence  and  lyrical  power  is  superior  to  any 
preceding  version,  unless  it  be  that  of  Watts.  Some  of  his 
excellencies  and  his  faults  will  be  pointed  out.  Regarding  it  as 
a  fault  of  Watts,  that  his  Psalms  are  *'more  frequently  Hymns 
upon  the  subjects  of  the  Psalms,  than  a  regular  version  of  the 
Psalms  themselves,"  more  frequently  "imitations,"  than  cop- 
ies of  the  Psalms  of  David,  Mr.  G.  resolved  to   keep  as  near, 

E* 


XIV  PREFACE. 

as  possible,  to  the  originals  in  sentiment  and  language  ;  to  pre- 
serve the  utmost  simplicity  of  language  ;  and  to  express  clearly 
the  typical  intent,  making  the  Psalms  Christian,  as  they  should 
be  rendered  at  the  present  day.  He  has  accordingly  given  a 
more  perfect  and  beautiful  copy  of  the  original,  adapted  to 
Christian  purposes,  than  was  ever  given  to  the  public.  He  has 
often  several  versions  of  the  same  Psalm,  dwelling  on  the  same 
subject  ;  the  first  versions  being  in  the  more  simple  measures, 
beginning  with  short  metre,  for  the  use  of  general  congregations, 
and  the  last  versions  in  more  complex  measures,  so  chosen 
as  to  prevent  introduction  into  common  use,  designed  for  the 
churches,  in  which  less  simple  and  more  extensive  singing  is  in- 
troduced. In  his  more  simple  metres  he  pays  more  regard  to 
simplicity  of  language,  than  in  the  others,  in  which  he  takes 
greater  liberty  too  in  departing  from  the  original.  In  the  long- 
er Psalms  instead  of  different  versions  of  the  same,  he  has  giv- 
en each  succeeding  part  of  the  Psalm  in  a  different  metre. 

Mr.  G.  has  admirably  executed  his  plan  ;  but  it  was  a  mis- 
take to  attempt  an  entire  version  of  the  Psalms,  with  reference 
to  lyrical  purposes.  He  admitted,  that  it  was  "impossible  to 
render  the  whole  so  as  to  be  suitable  for  Christian  worship." 
His  work  is  more  valuable  to  the  devout  and  poetic  reader,  than 
to  the  singer  ;  yet  many  of  his  pieces  have  a  high  lyrical  char- 
acter. Had  he  confined  himself  to  the  method  of  Watts,  se- 
lecting only  parts  of  the  Psalms,  and  had  he  excluded  many  of 
his  complex  measures,  and  written  only  for  general  congrega- 
tions, he  might  have  produced  a  work,  which  would  have  su- 
perseded Tate  and  Brady  in  the  episcopal  churches  of  England. 
Specimens  of  his  more  simple  metres  and  several  of  his  best  pie- 
ces are  given  in  this  book. 

Yet  with  all  the  spirit  and  excellence  of  the  work  of  jlr.  G. 
it  has  some  prominent  defects.  Though  it  has  very  few  half- 
rhymed  pieces,  not  more  perhaps  than  half  a  dozen  ;  yet  the 
author  is  often  careless  in  his  rhymes,  bringing  together  words, 
which  can  hardly  walk  together  with  much  concord,  as  may  be 
judged  from  the  following  pairs  ; — "compassion,  salvation  ; 
Savior,  favor  ;  possess,  increase  ;  dwell,  conceal  ;  trust,  burst  ; 
consume,  dome  ;  blaspheme,  name  ;  believe  him,  griev'd  him; 
alloted,  devoted  ;  rebuke,  stroke  ;  appeal,  fail  ;  stores,  adore  ; 
comes,  resumes  ;  man,  gain  :  forsake,  speak  ;  completes,  for- 
gets ;  raise,  seize  ;  glory,  before  thee  ;  sit,  delight."  The  in- 
troduction of  the  name  of  Britain  in  several  of  the  Psalms 
seems  sufficiently  odd  ;  as  in  Ps.  104. 

"There  go  the  navies,  Britain's  boast! 
They  spread  their  sails  from  coast  to  coast, 
And  ride  the  pathless  way." 


PREFACE.  XV 

29.  In  1824  Richard  Mant,  bishop  of  Down  and  Connor, 
published  a  metrical  version  of  the  Psahns,  with  notes.  The 
metres  are  various,  designed  to  be  accommodated  to  the  sub- 
ject or  the  nature  of  the  Psahn  ;  but  it  being  an  entire  version, 
it  is  not  adapted  for  church  psahnody.  Many  of  his  rhymes  al- 
so are  not  to  be  tolerated  ;  as  "foot,  not  ;  bird,  spared  ;  brute, 
wrought  ;  art,  subvert  ;  come,  fume  ;  ages,  blazes  ;  sun,  moon; 
prest,  feast  ;  ruling,  controlling  ;  ceas'd,  cast  ;  debt,  seat  ; 
swell,  peal  ;  rear,  war  ;  feet,  set  ;  hear  them,  fear  him."  He 
sometimes  fails  in  adapting  the  metre  to  the  subject  ;  as  he  em- 
ploys the  rapid  anapestic  measure  in  the  sublime  29th  Psalm, — 

'•O  give  to  the  Lord,  ye  kings  of  mankind,  ^c." 

30.  In  1S32  two  metrical  versions  of  the  Psalms  were  pub- 
lished in  England.  One  by  Mr.  E.  G.  Marsh,  which  may 
be  ranked  with  that  of  bishop  Mant.  The  other  version  was 
by  IV,  Gahagan,  barrister,  being  a  version  of  the  "Liturgy" 
Psalms,  and  is  scarcely  superior  to  Sternhold  and  Hopkins. 

In  1833  Mr.  Joseph  P.  Bartriun  of  Cambridge,  Massachu- 
setts, published  a  metrical  paraphrase  of  all  the  Psalms,  but 
not  of  the  whole  of  each  Psalm.  He  complains  of  Watts,  al- 
though having  "the  mspiration  of  poetry  and  piety,"  as  charge- 
able with  coarseness  of  diction,  harsh  elisions,  and  general  neg- 
ligence, and  as  introducing  much  from  the  Psalms,  which  is 
worthless,  being  seldom,  if  ever  used  in  public  worship.  Mr. 
B.  aims  to  introduce  modern,  poetic  diction,  and  to  fit  his  ver- 
sion for  musical  expression.  He  introduces  marks  of  expres- 
sion and  annexes  the  names  of  tunes. 

With  the  high  poetical  powers  of  the  author  he  has  fallen 
into  some  inexcusable  errors  of  rhyme,  instances  of  which  are 
the  following  : — "'chaff,  blast  ;  sprung.  Son  ;  sacrifice,  lives  ; 
profane,  name  ;  groan,  home  ;  drag  on,  come  ;  atone,  comb  ; 
proclaims,  reigns  ;  gloom,  noon  ;  strain,  fame  ;  form,  adorn  ; 
bliss,  wish  ;  sublime,  divine  ;  blaze,  waves  ;  esteem,  mean  ; 
reproof,  truth  ;  beam,  seen  ;  fetters,  banners."  This  version 
is  not  replete  with  the  christian  doctrines,  embraced  by  Watts; 
it  is  also  greatly  deficient  m  simplicity,  and  the  diction,  though 
rich,  is  often  too  far  removed  from  the  habits  of  ordinary  minds 
to  be  generally  acceptable- 

The  author  has  thus  mentioned  more  than  fifty  metrical  ver- 
sions of  the  Psalms,  being  all,  that  have  come  within  his  knowl- 
edge, and  about  thirty  of  them  being  entire  versions  in  the 
English  language. 

Besides  these,  there  have  been  other  versions  of  a  few  or  a 
part  of  the  Psalms.  W.  Hiinnis,  L.  Shepherd,  and  /.  HalU 
about  1550,  versified  several  :  at  the  same  period  /.  Mardi- 


XVI  PREFACE. 

ley  versified  24  Psalms:  F.  Seagar  19;  Sir  PT.  Forrest,  50; 
^irF.  Bacon  7;  bishop  Hall  10;  /.  B.  Rousseau,  and  Her- 
bert,  and  JDonneafew;  Milton  19  Psalms.  Addison  and 
P«Y/ versified  a  few;  C.  Wesley,  and  Doddridge,  several; 
Mrs.  Steele,  about  1780,  47  Psalms;  J.  Barlow  versified  12 
or  15;  Dr.  Dioight  as  many  ox  more;  Mr.  Wrangham  a 
considerable  number;  and  in  1822  Montgomery  published  a 
version  of  55  Psalms,  which  are  found  in  collections  of  his 
Poems. 

Having  thus  finished  the  proposed  historical  account  of  met- 
rical versions  of  the  Psalms  of  David,  the  author  will  now  re- 
turn to  the  consideration  of  that  of  Dr.    Watts. 

Of  the  excellences  of  many  of  his  admirable  versifications  of 
the  Psalms,  which  are  now  and  have  been  for  ages  written  in 
the  hearts  of  the  pious,  the  author  need  not  speak.  He  has 
endeavored  to  preserve  iu  this  book  all  those  unequalled  pieces, 
with  little  alteration.  The  question  is,  whether  many  of  his 
Psalms  also  are  not  unsuitable  for  lyrical  purposes,  and  unfit 
to  be  retained  ;  and  whether  there  is  not  occasion  for  a  new, 
entire,  lyrical  version,  suited  for  public  worship,  not  indeed  to 
exclude  what  is  valuable  in  Watts,  but  to  be  used  in  connexion 
with  it  ? 

Let  it  then  be  considered,  that  Dr.  Watts  has  entirely  omit- 
ted twelve  of  the  Psalms  ;  nor  can  it  be  pretended,  that  it  was, 
because  they  are  unsuitable  for  lyrical  purposes,  for  most  of 
them  were  addressed  by  David  to  the  chief  musician,  and  one 
of  them,  Ps.  137,  is  one  of  the  most  beautiful  and  lyrical  in 
the  book  of  David. 

In  the  next  place,  a  considerable  number  of  Watts'  Psalms 
are  so  destitute  of  poetical  beauty  and  so  chargeable  with  poeti- 
cal deformity,  that  at  the  present  day,  in  the  present  improved 
state  of  the  public  taste,  they  ought  not  to  be  retained  in  a  book 
of  Psalms  for  public  worship.  If  he  sometimes  fell  into  vulga- 
rity of  language,  and  if  his  images  and  illustrations  were  some- 
times of  a  humble  nature  ;  if  some  of  his  pieces  do  not  present 
any  claims  to  consideration  for  dignity,  and  purity,  and  elevation 
of  style;  yet  he  himself  was  not  unconscious  of  his  faults. 
He  says  in  his  Preface  to  his  Psalms,  "I  am  sensible,  I  have 
often  subdued  my  style  below  the  esteem  of  the  critics,  because 
I  would  neither  indulge  any  bold  metaphors,  nor  admit  of  hard 
words,  nor  tempt  any  ignorant  worshipper  to  sing  without  un- 
derstanding." In  his  Prefiice  to  his  Hymns  he  also  says, — 
*'the  metaphors  are  generally  sunk  to  the  level  of  vulgar  capa- 
cities.— Some  of  the  beauties  of  poetry  are  neglected  and  some 
wilfully  defaced. — I  have  given  an  alloy  to  my  verse,  lest  a 
more  exalted  turn  of  thought  or  language  should  disturb  the  de- 
votion."    In  this  Dr.  W^atts  fell  into  a  great  error,  for  devo- 


PREFACE.  XVII 

lion  is  not  promoted  by  grovelling  thoughts,  low  imageg,  or 
vulgarity  of  lauguiige.  It  is  true,  that  when  he  wrote, — more 
than  a  hundred  years  ago, — the  common  people  among  the 
English  were  far  less  enlightened  and  refined,  than  the  great 
body  of  American  citizens  now  are  ;  but  even  then,  among 
the  English,  he  would  have  done  better  for  the  honor  of  God, 
had  he  imitated  more  the  purity,  dignity,  and  sublimity  of  the 
original  ;  and  this  could  have  been  done  without  obscurhig  the 
sense  even  to  the  conjprehension  of  the  illiterate. 

In  the  author's  judgment  there  is  a  beauty  and  glory  in  the 
Psalms  of  David,  requiring  the  utmost  efibrts  of  the  first  of  po- 
ets to  versify  them  in  a  style  most  honorable  to  God,  and 
most  useful  to  man.  He  has  thought,  that  if  a  book  of  Eng- 
lish metrical  Psalms  should  come  to  us  in  the  same  pure,  lofty, 
lyrical  forrii,  in  uhicli  the  Psalms  of  David  were  written  by  in- 
spiration of  Jehovah  ;  if  such  a  book  should  bring  to  us  the 
most  beautiful  and  delightful  strains  of  the  sweet  Psalmist  of  Is- 
rael, his  thrilling  out-bursts  of  emotion,  his  sublime  anthenis  of 
praise  to  God,  his  rapturous  joys,  his  glorious  hopes  ; — if  we 
could  have  a  just  transcript  of  his  odes,  which,  as  a  mirror,  re- 
flect upon  the  eye  all  the  beautiful  and  sublime  scenery  of  Ju- 
dea  and  the  wonders  of  creation,  and  which  hold  up  to  view 
the  astonishing  works  and  providences  of  God  towards  his  cho- 
sen people,  all  emblematical  of  his  present  works  of  power  and 
love  towards  his  saints  : — if  his  songs,  soft  as  the  flowing  wa- 
ters, sweet  as  the  stores,  which  the  bee  lays  up  in  his  cell,  rich- 
er than  treasured  gems  and  gold,  more  melodious,  than  the 
voice  of  the  lute  or  the  harp,  bursting  out,  at  times,  like  light- 
ning, w^ith  sudden  brightness,  and  deep-toned  and  awful,  like 
the  voice,  speaking  from  the  dark  cloud; — he  has  thought,  that 
if  the  Psalms  of  Da\id  were  given  to  us,  in  English,  in  the 
same  elevated  style  of  poetry,  in  which  they  were  given  to  the 
Hebrews,  there  would  be  no  occasion  to  injagiue,  that  the  book 
would  be  made  more  useful  and  n^ore  subservient  to  the  pur- 
poses of  devotion  by  wilfully  defacing  its  beauty  and  degrading 
its  sublimity. 

Fixing  their  attention  on  the  prominent  fiiults  of  Watts,  some 
writers  seem  unwilling  to  assign  him  his  just  rank  as  a  poet, 
which  is  the  first  rank  among  religious,  lyrical  poets.  Dr.  V. 
Knox  speaks  of  "the  humble  poetry  of  the  good  Watts  ;'^  and 
says, — "  that  saint  often  sung  sweetly  ;  but  there  was  some- 
thing wanting  to  make  his  songs  gcnorally  acceptable  to  the 
lovers  of  classical  poetry."  Another  English  writer  says, — 
"Watts  was  an  excellent  man,  a  strong  reasoner,  of  undoubted 
piety,  and,  perhaps  a  rarer  \irtue,  of  true  Christian  charity  ; 
but  in  our  opinion  he  labored  under  an  irreparable  deficiency 
C 


XVIII  PREFACE. 

for  the  task,  he  undertook, — he  was  no  poet.  lie  had  a  great 
command  of  scriptural  language,  and  an  extraordinary  facility 
of  versification  ;  but,  though  his  piety  may  induce  us  to  make 
excuses  for  his  poetry,  his  poetry  will  do  little  to  excite  dor- 
mant piety.  Yet,  if  we  are  dissatisfied  with  the  rude,  homely, 
and  unequal  strains  of  Watts,  we  have  still  less  taste  for  the 
trim  and  smooth-dressed  stanzas,  into  which  Merrick  has  soft- 
ened down  all  the  daring,  the  grandeur,  the  lyric  luxuriance  of 
the  Hebrew  poets." — Dr.  Johnson  also  says  of  Watts,  ''his 
devotional  poetry,  like  that  of  others,  is  unsatisfactory." 

It  were  an  irksome  task  to  produce  specimens  of  the  humbler 
poetry  of  Dr.  Watts.  If  among  his  productions  there  are 
whole  Psalms,  and  many  stanzas  and  lines,  written  in  a  tame 
and  homely  manner,  which  the  improved  taste  of  the  present 
age  cannot  tolerate  ;  then  unquestionably  they  ought  to  be 
omitted  in  every  book  of  Psalms,  designed  for  public  worship. 

In  respect  to  Rhymes,  which  is  an  essential  part  of  modern 
lyrical  poetry,  Watts  was  inexcusably  careless.  Dr.  Johnson 
remarked  concerning  his  poetry  generally,  "his  rhymes  are  not 
always  sufficiently  correspondent."  Besides  introducing  bad 
rhymes.  Watts  also  often  neglected  them  altogether  m  parts  of 
his  stanzas,  for  which  by  way  of  apology  he  inserts  the  follow- 
ing note  in  his  2d  book  of  Hymns,  "from  the  70th  to  the  108th 
Hymn  1  hope  the  reader  will  forgive  the  neglect  of  rhyme  in 
the  first  and  third  lines  of  the  stanza. ' '  Besides  these  Hymns, 
other  Hymns  and  Psalms,  and  some  of  them  in  Long  metre, 
have  the  same  fault.  In  thus  rhyming  only  half  the  lines  of  a 
stanza  in  Common  metre  Watts  followed  the  slovenly  manner, 
in  which  much  of  Sternhold's  and  Tate's  versions  were  written. 
Were  such  stanzas  printed  properly,  they  should  be  in  two 
lines,  instead  of  four,  which  was  the  case  with  some  editions  of 
the  New  England  Psalms. 

Still  more  unsatisfactory  are  the  irregularly  rhymed  Psalms 
of  Watts,  in  which,  in  some  of  the  stanzas  of  the  same  piece, 
all  the  lines  rhyme,  and  in  others  only  two  of  the  lines.  Thus 
Ins  2dPs.,  Short  metre,  is  perfectly  rhymed  in  4  stanzas,  and 
only  half-rhymed  in  6  stanzas.  Such  pieces  have  the  appear- 
ance of  an  elegant  structure,  half-built  and  left  unfinished.  It 
were  better  to  abolish  altogether  the  occasional,  interrupted 
rhyming  of  the  first  and  third  lines,  and  thus  leave  a  structure 
of  verse,  rude  indeed  in  plan,  but  complete,  like  the  old  meas- 
ure of  Sternhold. 

Mr.  Montgomery ,  the  first  lyrical  and  devotional  poet  of  the 
age,  and  whose  rhymes  and  rhythm  have  an  unequalled  excel- 
lence, will  be  heard  with  deference  on  a  subject,  on  which  he 
Ts  perfectly  qualified  to  judge.     In  speaking  of  Watts'  Psalms 


PREFACE.  XIX 

and  IlymnSj  lio  says,  "The  fiflilts  arc  principally  prosaic  phra- 
seology, rhymes  worse  than  none,  and  none  where  good  ones 
are  absolutely  wanted  to  raise  the  verse  upon  its  feet,  and  male 
it  go,  according  to  the  saying,  "on  all-fours  ;"  though  the  me- 
tre is  generally  free  and  natural,  when  his  lines  want  every 
other  qualification  of  poetry."  He  adds,  "  these  blemishes 
were  far  less  olTensive,  when  he  flourished,  than  they  are  in 
the  present  more  fastidious  age,  which  requires  exacter  versifi- 
cation, with  purc^  perfect  rhymes  ; — for  bad  rhymes  are 
much  more  obtrusive,  than  good  ones: — these  form  a  running 
harmony  through  the  verse,  which  i<  felt  without  being  remar- 
ked, and  yet  so  essential  to  the  music  of  the  whole,  that  the  oc- 
casional flatness  or  absence  of  one  is  instantly  recognized,  and 
produces  a  sense  of  wrong. — It  is  a  great  temptation  to  the  in- 
dolence of  hymn-writers,  that  the  quartain  measures  have  been 
so  often  used  by  Dr.  V/atts  without  rhyme  in  the  first  and  third 
lines." 

Rev.  Tho.  Mibier,  in  his  recently  published  valuable  Life 
of  Dr.  Watts,  says,  in  speaking  of  his  Hymns, — and  his  re- 
marks will  apply  to  the  Psalms, — "His  most  frequent  failings 
are  defective  rhythm  and  prosaic  phraseology  ;  the  want  of 
rhymes  between  the  first  and  third  lines  in  the  quartain  mens- 
•ure  is  sensibly  perceived,  and  occasions  the  hymn  sometimes 
to  halt  and  stumble." — "The  period,  when  he  flourished,  was 
not  so  nicely  critical  as  the  present  :  pure  and  perfect  harmo- 
ny was  not  so  rigidly  required  ;  what  would  now  be  regarded 
as  false  versification  was  practised  bv  the  mighty  masters  of 
the  lyre." 

Rhyme  is  indeed  not  essential  to  metre,  or  rhythm,  and  con- 
sequently not  essential  to  music.  If  we  regard  the  ode  or  sa- 
cred song  in  reference  only  to  its  being  sung,  or  to  the  music, 
the  rhyme  is  of  no  consequence  whatever.  Anthems  do  not 
lose  their  musical  power  by  the  absence  of  rhyme.  Dr.  3Tath- 
er,  as  has  been  seen,  wrote  the  whole  book  of  T'salms  in  bhmk 
verse,  adapted  to  be  sung.  IMusic  might  be  adapted  to  our 
prose  translation  of  the  Psalms.  We  may  take  any  stanzas  of 
Watts  and  destroy  the  rhymes,  and  still  leave  them  with  all  the 
other  characters  of  lyrical  poetry.  For  instance  we  might  read 
his  92d  Psalm  thus,— 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord,  ray  Gor!, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  sliow  thy  love  by  morning  light. 
And  talk  at  eve  of  all  thy  truth. 

Why  then  did  not  Dr.  Watts  write  his  Psalms  in  this  way, 
especially  as,  some  will  conceive,  he  could  thus.,  unshackled. 


XX  PREFACE. 

best  copy  the  original  ?  Why-do  we  reqinre  rhymes  ?  It  is 
because  the  Ode, — and  a  Psahn  or  Hymn  is  designed  to  be  an 
Ode, — is  a  composition,  having  other  characters,  besides  me- 
tre, or  its  relation  to  music.  The  laws  of  English  poetical 
composition  require  rhyme  ;^n&^  when  these  laws  are  regard- 
ed, the  pleasure  of  the  musician  is  not  impaired,  and  a  new 
pleasure  is  created  for  the  reader,  who  may  be  destitute  of 
skill  in  music  or  of  a  relish  for  song.  Mr.  Montgomery 
says, — ''  By  universal  usage  rhyme  seems  to  be  almost  indis- 
pensable in  lesser  metres  to  distinguish  the  lines  in  recitation, 
and  give  a  certain  finish  to  the  cadence  of  each ;  as  though  the 
strain  were  set  to  some  kind  of  music,  which  played  during 
the  delivery,  but  called  not  off  the  attention  from  the  subject, 
the  thoughts,  nor  the  language." — An  older  authority  is  Sir 
Philip  Sidney,  who,  in  his  Defence  of  Poesy,  says  of  modern 
versifying, — "  the  chief  life  of  it  standeth  in  that  like  sounding 
of  the  words,  which  we  call  rhyme,'''' 

The  absence  of  rhyme  is  then  inexcusable  in  the  regular 
English  Ode  ;  and  a  barbarous  rhyme,  to  an  ear  attuned  to 
poetry,  is  as  intolerable,  as  a  discord  in  the  ear  of  a  musician. 
They,  who  insist  upon  a  perfect  uniformity  of  long  and  short 
syllables  in  the  different  stanzas  of  an  ode,  for  the  sake  of  the 
tune,  but  who  are  contented  with  bad  rhymes  or  the  absence  of 
rhyme,  betray  a  want  of  a  correct  taste  and  of  a  poetical  ear. 

Sacred  poetry  must  necessarily, — if  it  would  retain  a  place 
as  poetry, — be  accommodated  to  the  prevailing  taste  of  the 
age.  At  one  period  images  and  allusions  may  be  acceptable, 
which  at  another  would  not  be  tolerated.  Mr.  Milner,  in  his 
Life  of  Watts,  has  thus  alluded  to  one  fault  of  his  poetry, — *'It 
would  be  an  unprofitable  task  to  particularise  his  luscious 
phrases;  phrases,  which  might  easily  be  altered  to  advantage, 
and  which  assuredly  ought  to  have  been  long  ago ;  which  to 
a  mind  like  Watts',  will  bespeak  only  the  triunjph  of  holy  love, 
but  which  are  apt  to  convey  to  unhallowed  imaginations  a  li- 
centious image,  and  thus  degrade  the  christian's  fellowship 
w^ith  his  Redeemer,  by  an  association  with  terms,  indicative  of 
human  fondness  and  familiarity." 

These  remarks  may  be  applied  as  well  to  the  Psalms  as  the 
Hymns.  *'  Another  defect,"  as  expressed  by  Mr.  M.,  "  is  the 
occurrence  of  harsh  expressions, — phraseology,  which  seems 
to  appeal  to  angry  and  vindictive  passions, — and  to  give  ut- 
terance to  feelings,  incongruous  with  the  pure  and  heavenly 
emotions,  which  influence  the  spiritual  worshipper." 

In  consequence  of  a  defect  in  his  plan  many  of  Watts' 
Psalms  are  of  such  an  excessive  length,  extending  to  10  or 
14  stanzas,  as  to  be  impossible  to  be  sung.     The  expedient  of 


PREFACE.  XXI 

selecting  a  few  of  the  stanzas  fqr  the  singers  often  leads  to  con- 
fusion, besides  making  sometimes  strange  combinations  of  the 
sentiment. 

From  these  considerations  the  reader  may  acquiesce  in  the 
remark  of  Mr.  Milner, — *' The  productions  of  C.  Wesley  have 
been  revised,  and  expurgated,  and  re-revised  ;  and  the  memo- 
ry and  claims  of  Watts  imperatively  deinand  a  similar 
service." 

For  these  reasons  the  author  has  prepared  this  revision  of 
Watts'  Psalms;  and,  after  the  necessary  abridgements  and  omis- 
sions, it  seemed  to  him,  that  there  were  so  many  chasms  left 
in  the  parts  of  the  Psalms  of  David,  which  might  be  adapted 
to  Christian  worship,  as  to  furnish  an  opportunity  for  a  new 
version  of  all  the  Psalms,  made  by  one  hand,  and  of  a  uniform 
character.  It  will  be  found,  however,  that,  retaining  114  of 
the  Psalms  of  Watts,  he  has  often  versified  a  portion  of  the 
Psalm,  which  was  omitted  by  Watts,  so  that  the  two  or  more 
versions  are  but  different  parts  of  the  same  Psalm  of  David. 

Perhaps,  it  may  be  asked,  whether  this  labor  has  not  been 
rendered  unnecessary  by  editions  of  Watts,  revised  and  abridg- 
ed, which  have  been  already  published  in  this  country  ?  In 
answering  this  question  it  may  be  necessary  to  take  a  survey 
of  what  has  been  done  in  this  respect. 

In  17S5,  at  the  request  of  the  General  Association  of  Coi- 
necticut,  Mr.  Joel  Barlow,  v,ho  was  afterwards  known  as 
ambassador  to  France,  published  an  edition  of  Watts,  containing 
versions  of  the  12  Psalms,  omitted  by  Walts,  w4th  considera- 
ble alterations  in  6  other  Psalms,  and  various  verbal  changes. 
Some  of  these  are  imperfectly  rhymed;  and  none  of  them  have 
any  peculiar  excellence.  The  two  best  of  them,  the  8Sth  and 
the  137th,  are  said  to  have  been  written  by  Dr.  Hopkins. 
This  work  had  70  Hymns  annexed  to  it.  There  are  omitted 
about  thirty  entire  pieces  of  Watts,  besides  many  stanzas.  A 
few  stanzas  are  interpolated,  which  Watts  never  wrote,  and 
changes  are  made  much  to  the  injury  of  the  poetry.  For  in- 
stance the  phrase,  in  46th  Psalm,  in  reference  to  a  stream^ 
"  Our  grief  allay s,^^  is  changed  to  "  supports  our  faith;" — 
"Through  all  her  palaces,"  in  Ps.  4Sth,  is  changed  to  "  Hott 
fair  his  heavenly  grace;" — in  Ps.  72,  ''  barbarous  nations"  is 
changed  to  "western  empires,"  and  "leaps  to  loose  his 
chains"  to  "bursts  his  chains  ;"  in  Ps.  94,  "when  will  the 
fools  to  be  wise,"  the  word  "  fools"  to  "  -cain  ;"  in  Ps.  145, 
*' tottering  days,"  descriptive  of  infancy,  to  ^^  sinking  days  ;" 
in  Ps.  31,  "  how  wondrous  is  thy  grace"  to  the  strange  line. 
"  how  sweet  thy  smilins  face!"     But  few  changes  are  made 


XXII  PREFACE. 

for  the  sake  of  the  rhyme  ;  and  the  worst  rhymes  of  Watts 
are  retained. 

Yet  this  is  the  edition  of  Watts,  which  in  IS 30  was  adopt- 
ed,— with  eight  or  ten  Psalms  from  Dwight  and  others, — by 
the  General  Assembly  of  the  Presbyterian  churches  in  this  coun- 
try. Were  Barlow's  new  Psalms  extremely  beautiful  and  his 
alterations  of  Watts  real  improvements,  there  would  still  re- 
main the  unpleasant  recollection,  that  the  Presbyterian  church- 
es were  indebted  for  their  book  of  christian  songs  to  one,  who 
died  an  unbeliever  in  the  truth  of  the  christian  religion. 

In  1795  Dr.  Belknat  published  a  selection  of  Psalms  and 
Hymns  from  Watts,  Tate,  Doddridge,  Mrs.  Steele,  &c. 
Though  he  altered  Watts  at  pleasure,  it  was  not  with  reference 
to  the  errors  ofthe  poetry  or  the  improprieties  of  the  rhyme. 

In  1800  Dr.  Dwight  published  his  edition  of  Watts, — in 
which  he  proposed  to  accommodate  it  to  our  republican  insti- 
tutions; also  to  versify  what  Watts  had  omitted,  and  to  en- 
large the  number  of  proper,  or  heroic  metres.  A  writer  in  the 
Spirit  of  the  Pilgrims  has  remarked  on  this  work,  ''  There  is 
evidence  enough,  that  it  was  no  part  of  his  conception  to  im- 
prove the  lyric  character"  of  our  psalms.  Indeed  his  10 
versions  in  proper  metre,  most  of  them  extending  from  6  to  10 
stanzas  of  6  long  lines  each,  are  entirely  unsuitable  for  public 
worship.     His  18th  Psalm  has  60  hexameter  lines. 

Besides  retaining  the  bad  rhymes  of  Watts,  the  following 
are  some  ofthe  rhymes  in  the  pieces,  which  are  original;  "ar- 
rayed, fed;  showed,  God;  sway,  free;  beam,  name;  sin,  de- 
cline; o'erthrown,  runs;  smiles,  hills;  power,  cure;  force,  doors; 
prevail,  tell;  crew,  now;  presents,  wants  ;  will,  smiles  ;  moon, 
«un." 

Dr.  Samuel.  Worcester  was  so  aware  of  the  imperfec- 
tions of  Dr.  Watts'  version,  that  in  1814  he  abridged  it,  being 
|)€r3uaded  that  by  an  abridgement  ''  redundancies  would  be  re- 
trenched and  passages  of  little  merit  would  be  excluded."  He 
©naitted  Parts  and  stanzas  of  Psalms  and  many  Hymns;  but 
there  was  no  attempt  to  improve  the  passages,  which  were  re- 
tained, and  the  work  was  not  satisfactory  to  the  public.  In- 
deed some  of  Watts'  pieces,  which  are  deemed  peculiarly  ex- 
cellent, were  struck  out.  In  1819  Dr,  Worcester  published 
Watts  entire^  vs^ith  all  his  faults,  adding  237  select  Hymns. 
In  1834  his  son  added  240  to  these,  making  474  Hymns. 
Arbitrary  marks  for  musical  expression  were  invented  by  Dr. 
W.,  being  certain  consonants,  and  vowels,  not  the  established 
symbols,  used  in  the  books  of  music. 

In  1818  Rev.  J.  M.  Winchell.,  a  Baptist  minister  in 
Boston,  published   Watts   entire,  unaltered,  except  that   the 


PREFACE.  XXIII 

Psalms  nnd  Ilymns  nrc  intermingled,  being  arranged  promiscu- 
ously according  to  subjects.  To  this  was  added  a  selection  of 
327  Hymns,  among  wbich  are  nearly  SO  of  Watts'  Hymns, 
from  his  Lyrics  Sec,  which  Watts  himself  did  not  think  wor- 
thy of  being  inserted  in  his  Book  for  public  worship.  It  is  a 
sufficient  objection  to  the  plan  of  Mr.  W.  that  the  Psalms  arc 
too  interesting  and  important,  and  too  familiar  to  the  reader, 
to  allow  their  order  to  be  broken  up  and  destroyed. 

In  1S32  the  "  Church  Psalmody"  was  published  at  Boston, 
by  ]Mr.  L.  Mason  Sc  Rev.  D.  Greene,  containing  Select 
Psalms  and  Hymns,  in  number  1185;  of  which  421  are  from 
Watts,  omitting  300  of  his  pieces  and  many  stanzas,  so  that  on 
the  whole  about  one  half  of  Watts'  book  is  omitted.  There 
are  added  150  pieces  in  the  Psalms  from  Tate  and  Brady  and 
20  other  writers.  Except  in  a  few  instances  there  is  no  at- 
tempt to  correct  the  bad  rhymes  of  Watts  or  of  other  writers, 
as  may  be  concluded  from  the  following  pairs  of  words,  de- 
signed to  rhyme  together  : — '''secure,  more  ;  peace,  days  ;  feet, 
straight;  laws,  foes;  joy,  day;  thoughts,  faults;  deserts,  hearts; 
light,  wait; those,  laws;  commands,  chains;  heart,  guard;  stars, 
years  ;  seeks,  breaks  ;  theme.  Lamb  ;  endured.  Lord  ;  earth, 
breath;  condescend,  stand;  declares,  heir;  change,  strains:  man, 
concern;  God,  thought;  far,  appear;  glory,  adore  thee;  unheard, 
barred;  station,  compassion;  exert,  heart;  hour,  secure;"  and 
hundreds  of  others  but  little  more  harmonious. 

This  work,  by  a  misnomer,  is  entitled  "  Psalmody,"  which 
word  implies  actual  singing,  and  not  merely  a  book  of  odes. 
It  is  understood,  that  it  was  chiefly  compiled  by  Mr.  Mason, 
an  eminent  professor  of  music;  and  the  alterations,  made  in  the 
Psalms  and  Hymns,  seem  to  be  made,  not  for  the  improvement 
of  the  poetry,  but  in  fact  in  many  instances  to  its  defacement, 
for  the  sake  of  accommodating  the  lines  to  the  music.  But 
the  sentiment,  and  the  beauty  of  poetry  should  never  be  sacri- 
ficed to  the  tune.  It  is  easy  to  prepare  Hymns  with  a  dull, 
weary  uniformity  of  accent,  like  the  fall  of  a  hammer  or  the 
beat  of  a  drum  ;  and  this  may  accommodate  the  singers,  and 
perhaps  may  be  pleasing,  so  far  as  the  mere  music  is  concern- 
ed. But  surely  sense  is  superior  to  sound;  and  there  is  a  beau- 
ty in  poetry,  which  cannot  exist  without  ease  and  variety. 

Watts'  line,  in  his  84th  Psalm,  **  Around  thy  throne  of  ma- 
jesty," is  changed  to  "  Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky,"  ob- 
viously for  the  sake  of  the  music,  to  avoid  the  slender,  closing 
syllable  of  the  word  majesty ,  substituting  for'it  the  full  sound 
of  sA'y.  Music  is  gratified;  but  poetry  is  offended.  The  senti- 
ment is  enfeebled,  and  a  needless  repetition  comes  instead  of  a 
fiew  and  sublime  thought;  for  "  above  the  sky"  is  synonymous 


XXIV  PREFACE. 

with  ''on  high"  in  the  preceding  line,  and  we  lose  the  concep- 
tion of  the  "  Majesty''  of  Jehovah,  seated  on  the  throne.  The 
poetic  diction  is  also  impaired  by  the  substitution  of  monosyl- 
lables for  the  word  majesty.  If  to  promote  and  express  a  spir- 
it of  devotion  be  the  design  of  a  Hymn;  then  the  sentiment  and 
language  are  more  important,  than  any  difference  between  a 
slender  and  a  full  sound  of  a  particular  syllable. 

The  last  line  of  the  sanie  Psalm,  2d  part,  of  Watts  is  this, 
"Blest  is  the  man,  who  trusts  in  Thee.''  And  these  are  the 
exact  closing  words  of  the  Psalmist.  This  is  the  inspired  sen- 
timent; the  important  principle,  taught  by  the  whole  Psalm, 
But  we  have,  instead  of  it,  the  sonorous  Imes, — 

"  Display  thy  grace— exert  thy  power, 

Till  all  ou  earili  thy  name  adore  I" 

An  unpleasant  poetic  effect  is  also  produced  by  the  recurrence 
of  the  wovi\idispIai/,  immediately  after  the  word,  o6ey,  which 
ends  the  preceding  line. 

In  Watts'  90th  Ps.  is  this  line.  '*' Nor  will  our  minutes  stay ;" 
which  is  changed  to  •*  Our  feeble  powers  decay;"  diverting  the 
thought  from  the  rapid  flight  of  tin:e;  and  then  the  phrase? 
"  Just  like  a  flood"  is  changed  to  '•  Swift  as  a  flood,"  when 
the  reference  of  the  Psalmist  and  of  Watts  is  to  the  impetuous 
power y  rather  than  to  the  swiftness  of  the  flood.  The  word 
*'  powers,"  may  be  sung  better  than  Watts'  slender  word, 
*'  m.inutes;"  but  the  change  impairs  the  sentiment. 

For  the  same  musical  reasons  the  follov/ing  changes  in  Watts 
are  made  to  the  injury  of  the  sense  or  the  poetry;  Ps.  90. 
''  Till  a  wise  care  of  piety,"  to 

*•  Till,  cleansed  by  grace,  we  all  may  be;" 
Ps.  144;    '•  And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown,"  to 

*'  While  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown." 
In  this  last  case  the  slender  sound,  at,  is  avoided:  but  the  sub- 
lime sentiment  of  the  Psalmist,   ''  touch  the  mountains,  and 
they  shall  smoke, "is  obliterated,  and  changed  into  the  unim- 
pressive abstraction  of'*  terrors  waiting  upon  a  frown." 

Ps.  19.  Watts  says,  "Bless  the  dark  w^orld,"  which  is 
changed  to  "  Oh,  bless  the  world."  Bless  may  soimd  better 
than  the,  in  the  accented  place;  but  here  again  the  sense  and 
the  poetry  are  sacriticed  to  the  music.  In  a  similar  spirit  is  the 
following  change  made  m  Ps,  25;  "  Through  the  wide  earth  thy 
name  is  spread,"  to  "Through  all  the  earth  thy  name  is 
spread' — substituting  the  general  epithet  all  for  the  descriptive 
oneioide,  and  restoring  the  dull  uniformity  for  the  sake  of 
the  singers.  Thus  too,  in  Watts'  100th  Ps.  "And  earth  with 
her  ten  thousand  tongues."  is,  for  the  sake  of  the  music,  de- 


PREFACE.  XXV 

prived  of  its  rnpid  poetical  movement  and  changed  into  the 
strange  line,  *'  and  earth  with  all  her  thousand  tongues."  The 
phrase  "  ten  thousand"  is  indefinite,  meaning  a  great  multitude, 
or  innumerable  J  but  *'  all  her  thousand"  means  a  detmite  num- 
ber. 

For  the  sake  of  the  music  the  plural  form  of  Watts  is  often 
changed  to  the  singul-ir  to  the  injury  of  the  sentiment;  as  '*  hon- 
ors" to  "  honor"  in  Ps.  9.5th;  and  as  in  98th  Ps.  '•'  No  more 
let  sins  and  sorrows  grow,"  changed  to  '*  sin  and  sorrow," — 
whereas  the  plural  is  required  in  order  to  correspond  with  the 
plural  thorns  in  the  next  line.  Sin  and  sorrow  are  not  each  a 
single  plant  or  tree,  but  a  wilderness  of  weeds,  or  a  forest. 
Moreover,  euphony  requires  the  plural,  to  prevent  the  meeting 
of  the  same  sounds,  sorrow  grow. 

Ps.  19th,  '•  the  soul"  is  changed  to  ''my  soul,"  and  ''sweet 
surprise"  to  *'glad  surprise  ;"  but  as  flesh  and  soul  are  contras- 
ted, the  phrase  ''the  soul  "  is  to  be  preferred  to  "r/2y  soul  :  " 
and  the  other  change  seems  no  improvement  of  Watts'  admi- 
rable stanza.  Ps.  119,  8th  part.  Watts'  line,  "  'Tls  a  broad 
land, — of  wealth  unknown,"  is  changed  to  "'Tis  like  a  land,'^ 
and  despoiled  of  its  beauty ,  reducing  the  metaphor  to  a  simile, 
for  the  sake  of  the  musical  accent  on  like. 

Similar  injurious  changes  are  made  in  Watts'  Hymns  for 
the  sake  of  musical  effect.  Bk.  I.  H.  3.  the  Rhyme,  "appears, 
bears,"  is  destroyed  by  the  words,  "appears,  near."  The 
beautiful  verse  in  H.  97, 

"Thus  sliall  our  lietter  thoughts  approve 

The  methods  of  thy  cbastening  love," 
is  changed  to 

"Then  shall  our  grateful  voice  declare 

How  free  thy  tender  mercies  are  !  " 

And  this  to  the  injury  of  the  sense  and  the  poetic  diction,  ob\-i- 
ously  for  the  sake  of  avoiding  the  slender  sounds  of  better, 
methods  of.  In  H.  102  the  sentiment  is  injured  by  sub- 
stituting "faithful"  for  "sufferers,"  and  by  changing  the  no- 
ble line,  "Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward,"  to  "  Eternal  life  is 
their  reward,"  all  for  the  sake  of  the  music.  In  II.  108  a 
beautiful  stanza,  ending  with  "  And  heaven  begins  below,"  Ls 
destroyed  for  the  sake  of  the  music.  In  H.  140  '-our  fancies, 
— airy  flights,"  is  changed,  by  misapprehension  of  the  mean- 
ing, to  "fancy's  airy  flights." 

In  Book  II.  H.  3,  erroneously  ascribed  to  Doddridge^ 
Watts  had  said,  "  Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly,"  rela- 
ting to  the  resurrection  of  the  body.  This  is  altered  to  saiiits. 
II.  4.  the  rhymes,  made  by  the  words,  "my  dymg  God, — the 


XXVI  PREFACE. 

droppings  of  thy  blood,"  are  destroyed  by  the  substituted  phra- 
ses, "my  gracious  Lord, — with  atoning  blood  ;"  for  although 
"God  and  blood"'  maybe  tolerated  as  rhymes,  yet  "Lord  and 
blood"  cannot  be. 

Sometimes  there  is  a  bad  traiisposhion  of  Watts'  stanzas,  as 
in  H.  10.  By  omissions  in  H.  15  two  stanzas  are  brought  to- 
gether, whose  last  two  lines  have  the  same  rhyme,  "above, 
love."  In  H.  23,  for  the  sake  of  the  music  the  word  sit  is 
changed  to  echo,  and  angels  are  made  to  sing  and  echo.  In 
H.  64.  "  his  throne,"  the  throne  of  God,  is  changed  to  "thy 
throne,"  the  throne  of  the  church.  In  H.  66  "  the  whole 
race"  is  changed  to  "  all  the  race,"  for  the  sake  of  the  good 
sounding  word,  "all,"  which  in  many  other  places  is  introdu- 
ced solely  for  the  sake  of  its  sound.  As  in  H.  104,  "'  Let  the 
wide  earth,"  changed  to,  "Let  all  the  earth."  In  H.  129, 
"faith  siqyplies  a  heavenly  ray"  is  changed  to  inspires,  much 
to  the  disaster  of  the  sense,  for  we  cannot  conceive  of  inspir- 
ing a  ray.  InB.  III.  H.  13,  beginning  with,  "How  sweet  and 
awful,"  Watts  has  these  lines, 

"While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  songs, — 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues." 
The  last  line  is  changed  to 

"Each  of  us  cries  with  than^<fnl  tongue;" 
this   may  seem  better  logic,  as  each  man  has  only  a  tongue  ; 
yet  the  rhyme  and  the  poetry  are  gone. 

These  specimens  of  the  changes  made  in  Watts  will  show 
the  principles,  on  which  the  changes  are  made  in  the  "  Church 
Psalmody."  The  design  is  to  render  the  Psalms  and  Hynms 
more  easy  to  be  sung  ;  the  effect  is  often  to  obscure  the  vig- 
or and  sublimity  of  the  sense  and  to  deface  the  beauty  of  the 
poetry. 

It  is  impossible,  that  a  book  of  genuine  poetry  can  be  writ- 
ten, all  the  stanzas  of  which  shall  be  broken  down  to  the  dull 
uniformity  of  musical  accent. 

Rev.  Ti^?7i.  Mas 071,  precentor  of  York,  England,  skilled 
both  in  poetry  and  music,  in  his  Treatise  on  "Parochial  Psalm- 
ody," remarks,  that  no  musical  "  Strain,  Air,  or  Melody  can 
unite  itself  so  well  with  the  succeeding  stanzas"  of  the  poetry 
as  it  did  with  the  first,  for  which  it  was  composed.  In  reference 
to  music,  he  says,  "as  the  accent  or  rhythm  of  the  verse  varies, 
so  also  should  the  rhythm  and  accent  of  the  music."  He  then 
adds  what  is  of  great  weight,  "  But  it  is  not  to  be  expected, 
that  a  poet  of  any  Rhythmical  ear,  even  though  a  mere  versifier 
of  the  Psalms,  could  bear  the  inonotony,  which  would  result 
in  recitation  from  arranging  his  lines  to  a  perfectly  similar  flow 


PREFACE.  XXVII 

or  cadence,  in  order  to  adapt  them  to  those  of  tho  first  four  or 
six  lines,  to  which  the  music  perfectly  suits." 

There  is  a  just  medium  to  be  sought.  There  must  be  metre, 
rhythm,  a  general  regular  flow  of  poetical  accent  ;  yet  every 
line  is  not  to  be  placed  on  the  bed  of  the  tyrant.  Mr.  Bartrum 
})as  well  observed,  that  it  is  not  right  to  sacrifice  *'  the  music 
of  an  idea  to  an  intonation  of  voice."  He  insists,  very  prop- 
erly, that  the  music  must  bend  to  "  the  just  license  of  Iambic 
verse, — the  intervention  of  a  dactyle,  and  commencing  with  a 
trochee, — a  license,  which  ought  not  to  be  abandoned,  if  it 
could,  but  which  cannot  be  abandoned." 

It  ought  to  be  remembered,  that  one  excellence,  one  essen- 
tial beauty  in  an  ode,  is  a  little  variety  of  accent  and  cadence, 
cspeciallv  when  there  is  a  change  in  the  sentiment.  Let  any 
one  read  the  two  last  stanzas  of  Watts'  100th  Ps.  2d  part,  and 
observe  the  poetic  beauty  arising  from  this  change. 
s^        —      \^    —  \^r      —    \^    — 

We'll  crowd  thy  gates  |  vvitb  thankful  songs; 
—         W'     >— '      —  >-^    —  *^     — 

High  as  the  heav'ns  [  our  voices  raise, 

\^  ^^^  \^       \^        —    y^  

And  earth,  |  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 

Shall  611  thy  comts  |  with  sounding  praise. 
The  first  and  fourth  Imes  have  a  uniform  accent.  In  the  sec- 
ond and  third  lines  there  is  a  beautiful  change  of  accent,  and 
in  the  third  a  change  of  pause,  adapted  to  rapid,  vehement 
emotion.  Yet  this  beauty  is  destroyed  in  the  Church  Psalmo- 
dy by  the  line,  "  And  earth  with  all  her  thousand  tongues." 
To  complete  the  work,  the  second  line  should  have  been  alter- 
ed thus, 

"As  high  as  heaven  our  voices  raise;" 
then  there  would    have  been  one   uniform    fall  of  the    accent 
from  the  beginning-  to  the  end. 

It  may  be  further  remarked,  that  the  ^'Chtirch  Psalmody" 
has  no  version  of  17  whole  Psalms  ;  and  omits  also  stan- 
zas of  Watts,  which  liave  poetical  excellence  and  with  the 
omission  of  which  one  can  hardly  be  content  ;  and  that 
besides  the  multitude  of  intolerable,  uncorrected  rhymes, 
which  it  retains,  it  has  also  more  than  two  handled  Psalms  and 
Hymns,  which  are  only  half  rhymed,  the  first  and  third  lines 
being  left  without  any  attempt  at  rhyme. 

After  this  survey  of  the  edhions  of  Watts,  with  which  the 
author  is  acquainted,  he  may  be  permitted  to  say,  that  he 
deems  a  new  Psalm  and  Hymn  book  necessary,  in  the  present 


XXVIII  PREFACE. 

improved  state  of  the  public  taste,  for  the  purposes  of  congre- 
gational worship.  He  has  endeavored  to  meet  the  claims  of 
the  public  taste  and  the  wants  of  the  churches. 

In  regard  to  rhyme,  which  is  the  lowest,  yet  an  essential 
quality  of  an  English  ode,  he  has  proposed  not  to  insert  a  single 
piece,  which  is  not  entirely  rhymed.  And  in  this  respect  his 
book,  so  far  as  his  knowledge  extends,  is  the  first  English 
Psalm  and  Hymn  Book  of  this  character,  which  has  ever  been 
published.  And  as  to  the  rhymes  in  the  600  pieces  of  his  own 
composition,  he  flatters  himself,  that  they  will  all  be  found  al- 
lowable if  not  unexceptionable.  He  must  confess,  however,  that 
from  a  reluctance  to  alter  the  lines  of  Watts,  which  are  recor- 
ded in  the  hearts  of  Christians,  he  has  retained  many  of  his 
questionable  but  more  tolerable  rhymes, — such,  as  would  hard- 
ly be  allowable  in  a  modern  writer.  He  has  in  fact,  from  this 
cause,  abandoned  many  alterations,  which  he  had  made  in 
Watts,  and  preserved  his  lines,  as    far  as   possible,  unaltered. 

For  the  changes  made  he  deems  no  apology  necessary.  Dr. 
Watts  Hymns  were  published  in  1707.  The  next  year,  in 
preparing  a  second  edition,  he  requested  a  friend  to  point  out 
to  him  "those  lines,  which  are  offensive  to  the  weak  and  pious, 
shocking  and  disgustful  to  the  polite,  or  obscure  to  the  vulgar 
capacity."  He  accordingly  added  a  hundred  and  fifty  new 
Hymns,  and  altered  nearly  "half  a  hundred  lines."  He  says, 
"Some,  that  were  less  oflensive,  were  let  pass  ;  for  the  book- 
seller desired  I  would  not  change  too  much."  About  this  time 
he  sold  his  copy  right  ;  and  this  circumstance,  though  he  liv- 
ed 40  years  afterwards,  deprived  him  of  the  power  of  amend- 
ing and  improving  his  own  Hymns.  He  said  in  his  old  age  to 
Mr.  Grove,  who  suggested  a  particular  change,  "that  he  should 
be  glad  to  do  it,  but  it  was  out  of  his  power  ;  for  he  had  par- 
ted with  the  copy-right  and  the  bookseller  would  not  suffer 
any  such  alteration."  It  must  be  a  strange  prejudice,  which 
Dr.  Watts  would  have  condemned,  that,  after  the  lapse  of  128 
years,  deems  his  Hymns  too  perfect  or  too  sacred  to  be  altered. 

A  deceased  friend  has  said,  that  in  Dr.  Watts'  book  "  are 
hundreds  of  verses,  which  he  would  readily  part  with  ;"  not- 
withstanding this,  he  would  retain  the  whole,  unabridged,  un- 
altered,— ail,  that  is  repugnant  to  the  sense  of  propriety  and 
the  refined  taste  of  the  present  age, — all,  that  is  barbarous  in 
poetry  and  unfit  to  be  sung, — because  he  could  not  trust  any 
person  "to  cross  and  blot  for  him."  If,  however,  the  memory 
of  Watts  and  the  clainis  of  devotion  require  the  thing  to  be 
done  ;  some  one  must  do  it  ;  and  he,  who  should  do  the  work 
with  tolerable  skill,  may  be  regarded  as  having  done  a  public 


PREFACE.  XXIX 

service.  Nor  does  such  a  work  seem  to  require  "a  greater  lyr- 
ic poet  than  Watts  himself." 

The  principles,  by  which  the  author  has  endeavored  to  be 
governed,  are  the  following  : 

1 .  As  a  Hymn  or  a  religious  Ode  was  originally  designed  to 
be  an  address  to  God,  commemorative  of  his  mercies  and  attri- 
butes, most  of  the  pieces  for  public  worship  should  contain  such 
an  address. 

2.  Yet  as  the  religious  Ode  may  be  confined  to  tlie  object  of 
awakening  in  the  heart  benevolent  and  pious  emotions,  some 
pieces  may  be  merely  hortatory,  or  addressed  only  to  Chris- 
tians, or  sinners  ;  as  Heber's  missionary  Ilymn,  No.  384. 

3.  Religious  Odes  for  public  worship  should  be  general  or 
congregational  ;  yet  the  first  person  singular  may  often  be 
properly  used,  the  piece  being  supposed    to  be  sung  by  each 

^ne. 

4.  The  religious  Ode  must  be  founded  in  true,  important  sen- 
timent ;  yet  the  design  is  not  so  much  to  teach,  as  to  excite, 
or  to  awaken  and  express  holy  emotions  of  soul. 

5.  There  should  be,  for  the  most  part,  a  single  important 
sentiment,  and  the  ode,  having  a  beginning,  middle,  and  end, 
should  close  with  emphasis,  or  with  the  sublimest  thought  and 
expression. 

6.  The  religious  Ode  must  be  distinguished  from  prose,  by 
something  besides  rhyme  and  metre,  which,  although  indispen- 
sable accompaniments,  do  not  constitute  poetry,  A  perfect 
measure,  an  uniform  succession  of  accented  syllables,  and  per- 
fect melliilluousness  of  sound  may  present  only  the  form  of 
poetry,  while  its  spirit  is  wanting.  Two  things  are  essential  ; 
first,  the  thought  or  conception  must  be  sublime  or  new,  inter- 
esting, and  afiecting  ;  and,  next,  the  language  must  be  select, 
pure,  and  beautiful.  Often,  too,  illustrative  imagery  will  be 
required.  The  best  theology,  with  a  poverty  of  hnagination 
and  vulgarity  of  language,  though  in  good  rhyme,  can  hardly 
be  called  poetry.  There  should  be  combined,  as  far  as  possible, 
new  and  lofty  thought,  deep  feeling,  beautiful  images,  beautiful 
language,  with  good  metre,  and  good  rhyme. 

If  the  author  has  studied  the  laws  of  poetical  melody,  and 
paid  all  proper  respect  also  to  musical  accent, — even  writing 
many  of  his  pieces  with  the  music  before  him,  to  which  they 
are  adapted, — he  has  at  the  same  tinie  been  anxious  not  to  suf- 
fer the  study  of  grace  e^  er  to  break  down  the  strength  of  the 
sentiment.  In  his  version  of  the  Psalms  he  uniformly  studied 
the  Psalm  and  endeavored  to  catch  its  spirit,  without  any  refer- 
ence to  other  versions.  Nor  does  he  recollect  that,  except  in 
D 


XXX  PREFACE. 

one  or  two  instances,  he  has  borrowed  a  line  from  any  other 
author  ;  though,  doubtless,  in  writing  about  ten  thousand  lines 
his  memory  may  have  unconsciously  furnished  hmi  with  a  few 
lines,  borrowed  from  others.  Never,  in  a  Psalm  or  Hymn, 
has  he  been  willing  to  sacrifice  sense  to  sound  ;  nor  does  he 
conceive,  that  the  necessity  of  rhyme  has  impaked  the  senti- 
ment. 

The  reasons  of  a  multitude  of  changes  cannot  be  given  in  detail; 
they  may  be  comprised  in  a  regard  to  rhyme,  poetry,  musical  ac- 
cent, sen^e,  and  devotion.  In  Watts,  Book  II,  H,  55;  st.  5,  the 
phrase  '*  Good  God;"  and  in  Church  Psalmody,  p.  509  and  520, 
the  phrase '' Great  God,"  liave  been  altered,  because,  as  no  ad- 
dress to  God  followed,  and  they  seemed  to  be  mere  rhetorical  ex- 
clamations, it  was  not  easy  to  discriminate  between  them  and  pro- 
fane expressions. 

In  the  2d  stanza  of  Heber's  rais^sionary  Hymn,  the  sense  is  imper- 
fect, and  ou  this  account,  perhaps,  Montgomerj',  in  his  Church 
Psalmist,  has  omitted  the  whole  stanza.  The  author  has  ventured 
to  correct  the  stanza:  and,  in  all  pieces,  has  made  tlie  changes, 
which  seemed  to  be  required. 

This  book  has  a  greater  variety  of  metres,  than  any  other  book 
of  Psalms  and  Hymns:  and  an  attempt  has  been  made  to  adapt  the 
metres  to  the  subject.  In  the  seven  syllable  trochaic  measure  there 
are  183  pieces;  in  the  6  an  i  4  measure  it  has  31.  The  Church 
Psalmody  has,  of  the  first,  lOS  pieces  and,  of  the  last,  5;  and  lias 
in  metres,  other  than  the  Long,  Common,  and  ^hort,  230  or  240 
pieces.     This  book  has  368. 

In  the  selected  Hymns  it  will  be  seen,  that  many  changes  have 
been  made,  either  to  give  rhymes  to  unrhyraed  lines,  or  to  correct 
bad  ones,  or  to  produce  a  greater  uniformity  of  accent,  for  the  sake 
of  the  music,  when  it  could  be  done  without  impairing  an  excellence 
more  important. 

To  all  his  pieces  die  author  has  endeavored  to  give  a  lyrical 
character:  he  has  endeavored  to  make  them,  in  sentiment  and  form, 
suitable  to  be  sung,  and  suitable  for  public  worship.  The  emotions, 
expressed  in  an  ode  or  lyrical  piece,  may  be  strong,  however, 
without  the  utterance  of"  alas,"  "  hark,"  and  "'  oh,"  and  without 
any  address  to  God.  There  is  no  address  to  God  in  65  of  the  212 
Episcopal  Hymns.  In  fact  as  many  as  40  of  the  Psalms  of  David 
contain  no  direct  address  to  God:  while  yet  they  are  lyrical,  and  in- 
dicative of  pious  emotions,  some  of  them  being  mscribed  to  the  chief 
musician.  The  soul  in  its  deep  aflections  dwells  on  the  truths,  or 
facts,  which  relate  to  God:  and  the  Consideration  of  these  truths 
may  occupy  the  greater  part  of  an  ode,  while  the  out-burst  of  praise 
to  God  may  be  found  only  in  the  closing  lines: — or  these  truiha 
may  occupy  the  whole  of  the  piece  without  destroying  its  lyrical 
character.  There  may  be  deep  emotion,  which  is  not  noisy.  We 
must  look  to  the  sentiment,  to  the  diction,  to  the  imagery,  to  the 
structure  of  the  [jiece,  in  order  to  determiue  its  lyrical  character. 
Some  writers  have  maintained,  that  the  lliiih  Psahu,  being  di- 


PREFACE.  XXXI 

dactic,  was  not  lyrical:  yet  if  poetical  sfnicture,  beautiful  senti- 
ment, fervent  feeling,  and  constant  address  to  God  constitute  an 
ode,  that  Psalm  is  an  adniirable  lyrical  composition.  The  author 
has  given  an  entire  version  of  it  in  the  trochaic  measure,  as  best  a- 
dapted  to  express  its  character. 

In  Tcrsifying  the  Psalms  generally  he  has  endeavored  to  avoid  the 
two  extremes  of  being  too  literal  and  too  paraphrastic  in  his  ver- 
sion; but  the  latter  error  he  deems  more  inexcusable,  than  the  for- 
mer. God,  in  his  infinite  wisdom,  know?  what  truths  to  communi- 
cate, and  in  what  manner;  with  what  illuslratiuns  and  accompani- 
ments. If,  then,  the  author  should  take  a  Psalm,  and  in  what  he 
calls  a  version  should  bring  together  solemn  and  interesting  truths, 
derived,  not  from  that  Psalm,  but  from  other  sources;  how  could 
this  be  called  a  version  of  that  Psalm  ?  As,  howeser,  parts  of  some 
of  the  Psalms  aie  historical  and  contain  narratives  of  events,  not 
adapted  for  Christian  psalmody,  or  are  otherwise  not  adapted  to 
the  purposes  of  lyrical  composition;  in  these  cases  only  the  spirit 
of  the  Psalm  can  be  given,  or  some  one  event  may  be  selected  and 
modified  to  Christian  use.  But  where  the  Psalm  is  suitable  for 
present  use,  the  version  should  adhere  closely  to  the  original.  By 
these  views  the  author  has  been  governed.  He  has  endeavored  to 
give  rather  copies  than  imitations  of  the  Psalms. 

Besides  his  own  Hymns,  he  has  made  an  ample  selection  of 
Hymns  from  the  most  interesting  and  valuable  collections  in  the 
English  language,  and  has  endeavored  to  arrange  them  in  a  clear, 
well  studied  method,  which  is  indicated  at  the  top  of  each  page. 
In  respect  to  the  adaptation  of  the  music  to  the  pieces  of  this  book 
a  Notice  is  annexed  of  .Mr,  Noyf.s,  a  Teacher  of  music.  This  book 
contains  1243  lyrical  pieces;  of  these  660  are  Psalms  and  5S3  are 
Hymns.  Of  the  Psalms  400  are  original ;  of  the  Hymns  200;  all 
of  which  have  been  written  with  a  double  regard  to  the  laws  of  po- 
etical and  of  musical  composition  }  but  with  what  harmony  of  these 
and  with  what  melody  and  inspiration  of  song  it  is  for  the  public 
ear  to  judge.  Most  "happy  must  be  that  sacred  minstrel,  of  whom 
it  may  be  said,  through  the  blessing  of  God  upon  his  harping,  as 
aichbishop  Pai  ker  said  of  David, 

'*\Vith  goMen  stringes  such  harraonie 

His  harpe  so  sweete  did  wrest. 

That  he  relievd  his  phrenesie. 

Whom  wicked  sprites  possest." 

BfvUNSWick,  Maine,  June  3,  1S35. 


XXXII 


EXPLANATION   OF  THE  MARKS  OF    MUSICAL 


P 
mp 

PP 

f 

mf 

ff 

dol 
Aff 
len 


ITALIAN. 

mezzo, 


piano, 

mezzo  piano, 
pianissimo, 
forte, 

mezzo  forte, 
fortissimo, 
dolce, 
affettuoso, 
lent  and  0, 


EXPRESSION. 

middle,  neither  loud  nor  soft.     In. 
this    way  are  to  be  sung  the  passa- 
ges, which  have  no  mark, 
soft. 

middle  soft,  or  a  little  soft. 
very  soft, 
loud. 

middle  loud,  or  a  little  loud, 
very  loud. 

in  a  gentle,  smooth,  gliding  manner. 
with  deep  and  tender  feeling, 
gradually   becoming    slower     and 
softer  to  the  end. 
increasing  louder  and  louder. 

diminishing,  softer  and  softer. 

increasing,  then  diminishing, 
diminishing,  then  increasing, 
short,  distinct,  articulate, 
at  the  beginning  of  a  line   contra- 
dicts or  counteracts  the   preceding 
mark.      In   the   middle,    or   at  the 
close,    it   denotes  a   pause,  w^hich 
may  be  longer   or   shorter,  as  the 
occasion  may  require. 

NOTICE  TO  SINGERS. 
The  subscriber,  iu  superintending  the  adapting  of  the  music  to 
this  book  of  Psalms  and  Hymns,  has  had  occasion  to  examine  eve- 
ry stanza  with  reference  to  its  being  fitted  to  be  sung.  The  tunes 
named  need  not  always  be  used  ; — they  are  designed  to  express  the 
general  character  of  the  tunes,  which  would  be  adapted  to  the  piece. 
In  respect  to  the  Psalms^  of  the  two  tunes,  which  are  mentioned, 
the  first  is  taken  from  the  "Choir,"  of  Mr.  Lowell  Mason,  and  the 
second  from  the  "  Boston  Academy's  Collection,"  prepared  by  the 
same  author.  In  the  Hymns  the  first  of  the  two  tunes  is  taken 
from  the  "Boston  Academy's  Cfdlection,"  and  the  second  from  tiie 
"Ancient  Lyre"  by  Mr.  Charles  Zeuner : — which  works,  and  espe- 
cially the  two  last,  are  recommended  to  singers,  where  this  book 
may  be  introduced.  Yet  many  of  the  tunes,  referred  to,  are  found 
also  in  the  Handel  and  Haydn  Collection  and  in  Mr.  Gould's  Na- 
tional Church  Harmony.  CHARLES  J.  .\OYES. 
Brunswick,  June,  1S35. 


<:      crescendo, 
or  cres. 

>»       diminuendo, 
or  dim. 


M       staccato, 


A   TABLE  of  the  TIYiMNS   OF    WATT.^,    hp 
Hymns  in  this  book. 

BOOK  I. 


xxxiri 

referred   to 


w. 

A. 

W. 

A. 

W. 

A. 

1 

.  .  185 

79 

.  .  403 

113  . 

.  303 

2 

.  ,   80 

81 

.  .  404 

115  . 

.  261 

3 

.  .   83 

82 

,   15 

116  . 

.  335 

5 

.  466 

83 

.  467 

117  . 

.   27 

6 

,  .  486 

87 

.  288 

118  . 

.  231 

7 

,  284 

88 

.  454 

119  . 

,  140 

8 

.  353 

89 

.  .  242 

120  . 

.  315 

9 

.  283 

91 

.  .  243 

122  , 

,  329 

10 

.  ,   51 

92 

82 

125  . 

.  128 

14 

.  .  131 

93 

.  .  232 

127  , 

.  132 

16 

.  .   81 

94 

.  304 

128  . 

.  372 

17 

.  .  487 

95 

.  199 

129  . 

.  302 

18 

.  492 

97 

.  .  139 

132  . 

.  336 

32 

,  364 

93 

.  143 

134  . 

.  333 

41 

.  509 

100 

.  310 

135  . 

.  119 

48 

.  323 

101 

.  265 

136  . 

,  332 

51 

.   S3 

102 

.  295 

137  . 

.    lis 

57 

.  209 

103 

.  293 

139  , 

.  328 

58 

.  387 

105 

.  512 

140  . 

.  316 

61 

.  126 

108 

.  160 

142  . 

.  114 

62 

.  187 

109 

,  311 

143  . 

.  297 

63 

.  106 

110  , 

.  490 

144  . 

.  208 

64 

.  .  317 

111 

.  290 

145  , 

.  123 

65   . 

.  386 

112  . 

BOC 

.  133 
)K  II. 

149  . 

150  . 

.  124 
.  116 

A 

483 
150 
165 
271 
272 

70 
166 
353 
459 
523 
331 
478 

63 
482 
458 
190 


W. 

35 
38 
39 
41 
47 
48 
52 
54 
55 
58 
59 
60 
63 
64 
65 
66 


A, 

W, 

.  .  359 

67   .  . 

.  .  334 

72 

.  .  457 

74 

.  .   43 

76 

.  .   91 

77 

.  455 

79 

.  .  477 

86 

.  ,   40 

88 

.  .  453 

89 

.  .  456 

90 

.  .157 

91 

.  .  479 

93 

.  .  484 

94 

,  .  357 

95 

,  .  488 

103  . 

491 

104 

A. 
9 

74 
274 
100 
320 

88 
522 
149 
104 
110 
183 

42 

41 
113 

89 

90 


XXXIV 


105  - 

-  278 

130  . 

-  200 

151  .  . 

47 

106  - 

-  280 

131  - 

■   48 

152  -  . 

50 

107  - 

-  337 

133  -  . 

198 

153  -  . 

211 

108  - 

-  109 

136  - 

■  139 

158  -  . 

213 

110  - 

-  485 

137  - 

■   95 

159  - 

.  210 

112  - 

-  352 

138  - 

.   52 

160  - 

.  214 

113  - 

-  354 

139  - 

-  136 

161  - 

.  296 

114  - 

-  96 

140  - 

.  138 

164  - 

.  462 

118  - 

-  134 

142  - 

.  125 

165  - 

.  330 

120  - 

-   45 

144  . 

-  373 

166  - 

.   14 

122  - 

^  346 

146  - 

■  461 

168  . 

.   10 

125  - 

.  309 

148  - 

.  122 

169  - 

-   16 

129  - 

-  313 

150  - 

-  261 

170  - 

-   17 

vv. 
1 

2 
3 


A. 

546 
553 

548 


BOOK  111, 


W. 


A. 

550 
551 

558 


W. 
19 
22 
23 


A. 
557 
554 
555 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Page. 

A  biiter  cup  we  drink  596 

Affliction  comes  not  from  538 

A  film  imrervious  to  the  472 
Ah,  how  can  man,  with  guilt '21 

Ah,  lovely  appparanre  625 

Ah,  lovelv  appearance,  627 

All-gl.riJus  God,   thy  363 

All  hail  the  pow'r  of 'Je?us'  417 

Allur'd  by  pleasure's  504 

All  ye,  who  love  the  Lord,  354 

Almighty  God,  eternal  Lord  395 

Almighty  ruler  of  the  skies  13 

Almighty  Savior,  here  647 

Almighiy  Spirit,  now  466 

Although  the  fig  tree  luil  542 

Although  thy  people  oft  141 

Amaz'd,  what  do  I  see  632 

Amazing  grief,  420 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  529 

Amidst  the  bloom  of  youth  587 

Amidst  thy  wrath  remember  91 

And  live  we,  wretches,  506 

And   must  this  hoily  die  615 

And  now  another  week  399 

And  will  the  great  195' 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  415 

Aie  all  the  fi^esof  Zion  132 

Are  sinners  now  so  25 

Arise,  my  gracious  God  32 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  302 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  567 

As  flow'ry  grass,  cut  87' 

As  for  the  water  brook  101 1 

Asham'd  be  all  the  boast  4iO' 

Asham'd  of  Jesus,  5l4| 

Asham'd  to  lift  her  506' 

As  ocean-trav'llers  fres  246' 

As  pants  the  hart  99 

As  pants  the  hart  lOj 

As  the  benighted  299 

As  the  hart  for  water  102 


page. 
As  truth  repi'oves  510 

A  temple  hast  Thou  593 

At  God's  right  hand,  behold  251 
Attend,  O  Lord,  unto  my  cry  32 
Attend  while  God's  465 

Awake  and  sing  a  song  455 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  571 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  530 

Av\ake,  my  tongue  376 

Awake,  our  souls,  our  529 

Awake,  ye  saints,  to  praise  311 
A  zeal,  not  kindled  473 

BACKWARD  with  h.imble  469 

Baptiz'd  into  our  Savior's  647 

Beautiful  is  Zion's  iiili  118 
Befoie  Jehovah's  awful  throne226 

Begin  my  soul  th'  exalted  348 

Betiold  a  countless  throng  636 

Behold,  a  stranger  at  493 

Behold,  bless  ve  the  Lord  309 

Behold,  bless  ye  the  Lord  310 
Behold,  how  Zion's  moiintainll9 

Behold,  O  how  pleasant  309 

Behold,  O  Lord,  our  guilty  580 

Behold  th'  amazing  sight  413 

Behold,  the  blind  411 

Behold  the  heav'n?  and  see  373 

Behold  the   lufty  sky  41 

Behold  the  love,  the  84 

Behold  the  man,  435 

Behold  the  morning  sun  41 

Behold  tile  sure  foundation  264 

Behol.l  the  works  of  God  248 

Behold  thy  sutt'riug  Zion,  187 
Behold  what  wondrous  grace  526 

I  Behold  yuu  waterfall,  374 

Be  kind  to  us,  O  Lord,  158 

Be  merciful  in  my  distiess  139 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  609 

Bestow,  blest  Lord  587 


XXXVI 


INDEX. 


Bethesda's  pool,   through 
Be  thou  my  fortress,  Lord 
Be  thou  my  refuge,  God 
Be  Thou,  O  God  of  might 
Blessing,  glory,  wisdom 
BIf'ss,  O  my  soul,  the  living 
Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  Lord 
Blest  angels,  while  we 
Blest  are  men,  of  lives 
Blest  are  the  humble  souls, 
Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 
Blest  are  the  souls, 
Blest  be  tiie  Lord, 
Blest  is  he,  that  feareth 
Blest  is  he,  whose  prudent 
Blest  i:<  he,  whose  sin's 
Blest  is  the  mvm,  forever 
Blest  is  the  man,  that 
Blest  is  the  man,  who  fears 
Blest  is  the  man,  who  loves 


page. 
419 
167 
13C 
137 
66] 
23] 
23c 
572 
27] 
514 

3oe 

202 
334 
297 

4 

77 
74 


page. 
Come,  glorious  Lord  424 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  462 

Come,  hearken  unto  me  83 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  all  460 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  heart  468 
Coute,  Holy  Spirit,  come        462 
Come,  Holy  Spirit, 
Come,  Holy  Spirit, 
Cotre,  let  our  voices 
Come,  let  our  voices  sing 
Come,  let  us  awake 
Come,  let  us  join 
Come,  let  us  lift  our 
Come  now,  ye  sinners. 
Come,  O  come,  and  let 
Come  on,  my  partners 
C(Hne,  O  Thou  traveller 


2) Come,  sinners,  attend 


12S 

98 
1 


460 
647 
214 
586 
531 
458 
418 
495 
216 
547 
452 
493 


Blest  is  the  man,  whose  feet 
Blest  is  the  man,  whose  heart  97 
Blest  is  the  nation,  which         80 

Blest  Jesus,  who  didst  leave  527 

Blest  morning,  whose  first  400  o^^id  rejoic'd  in  Go^i,' 

Blest  Savior,  uiay  I  never  be  645jOeHl  with  me  in  mercy. 

Blood  hath  a  voice  "^^^De^rest  of  all  the  nam"es 

Boast  not  ju  mischief  131, Death  has  struck  his  fatal 

Broad^is  (he  vyay,  that  leads  471|Death,  '(.is  a  melancholy 

'"  ■  '" '"  "^'^^jDeep  in  our  hearts  let 


Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad216 
Come,  trembling  sinn(!r,  498 

Come  we,  who  love  the  Lord  390 
Come,  ye  saints,  223 

Come  }e  with  us,  552 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  hear  108 
46 


Buried  in  shadows 

By  day,  by  night,  381 

By  th'  apostle  thrice  denied  518 

CAN  aught  beneath  a  pcvv'r  465 

Can  creatures  to  perfection  371 

Captives,   in  distant  land  32i 

Captives,  we  sat  by  Babel's  322 


Cease,  ye  mourners, 
Cheer'd  by  the  orb  of  day 
Children,  in  \ears  and 
Children  of  Ziou,  praise 
Christ  and  his  cross  is  all 
Christ  doth  his  saints 
Christ,  my  Shepherd, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n 
Clap  your  hands ,  and  loud 
Cleaving  to  the  dust. 
Come,  all  ye  weary 
Come  and  make  a  joyful 
Come  and  the  works  of  God 
Come,  children,  learn 


608 

47S 

81 

355 

435 

651 

54 

6c 

114 

271 

431 

227 

110 


Delighlful  is  the  task 


271 

425 
624 
611 
164 
345 


Design  throughout  the  world  377 
Didst  Thf  u,  blest  Savior,  527 
Didst  Thou  not  plant  184 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  397 

Disovvn'd  of  heav'n,  564 

Distress'd,  on  God  I  call  282 
Does  conscience  all  thy  437 

Does  the  pris'ner,  480 

Do  I  not  love  Thee,  428 

Do  wo  not  hear  that  532 

Down  to  the  earth  562 

Dwells  love  to  Christ  591 

Dying,  full  of  joy,  626 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  147 
Earth  and  all  its  stores  58 

Earth's  foundations  God  236 

Earth  thy  treasures.  Lord,  238 
Earth  with  her  ten  thousand  383 
157 


^^  Earth  with  joy  and 


INDEX. 


XXXVII 


Ere  tlie  bine  henv'ns 
Ere  the  mfiuntuins  lifted 
Eternal  Spirit,  source 
Eternal  Spiiit,  we  adore 
Ever,  Lord,  in  heav'n 
Exalt  ilie  Lord  and  bless 
FAIR  shines  the  morning 
Faith  is  the  brightest 
Far  as  thy  name  is  known 


paije.  p^?e. 

403  Glorious  things  of  Thee  196 

205  Glory,  honor,  pow'r,  661 

459  Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  572 

464  Go  an. I  preach  to  ev'ry  553 

276  God  f(»r  sun  hath  pitchM  43 
224  God  from  out  the  whii  Iwind    372 

430  ^°^  ^^^t.\\  sail!  to  Zion's  252 

595  God  in  hi;5  eaithly  temple  195 


116  ^^^^  '^  ^  Spirit,  just 


533 


Farewt  li;  thou  friend  of  God,  621  ^'''^  '=^  ^'^^  ^'""^''S'-  '^^  *"^  saintsl09 


Far  from  mv  thoughts,  '  447  ^^'^^^  look'd  from  heav'n 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  517  ^'^^^  '"^^^'^  2:ion  wel 
Father,  I  sing  ihv  wondrous    164  ^"^  '"^^^^^  '"  ^  mysterious 


Father  of  glory 
Fear  not,  Jehovah  cries 
Firm  and  unnKn'd 
Firm  was  njy  health, 
Flo-tting  on  the  inland 
Fools  in  their  hearts 
Fool<  in  their  hearts  have 


392  ^^^y  "ly  strength,  and 
376  ^"^^y  ^^y  ^'nj)porter, 
292  God  of  l(jve,  behold 

-j-j  God  of  my  childhood 

^3*  God  of  my  life,  look 

94  God  of  the  morning, 

. u.n,..  nn.^         25  ^''"^'  ^^"'  Father,  whom 

Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord    335  ^^'^'  onrsirengih, 
For  salvation,  Loid,  275  ^"^  'eigns,  let  all  the  earth 

For  Thee,  O  Lord  '  146  ^^''  -^P***^^?  ^"^  f'""^  chaotic  363 

For  Thee  with  strc'-.g  desire  149  ^"^^'^  "^^'  -'^hepherd,  54 

For  weary  souls  there  is  643  ^^^'^  piaise  ever  shall  238 

For  Zion*  Lord,  arise  229  ^°^'  ^'^^  '^^•""  of  my  salvation  38 

Frail,  dyin«^  man,  479  God,  the  Lor(1,  is  thron'd  on  162 

Frum  afl,  who  dwell  below      262  ^"*'"  ^^^  Lord  of  hosts  112 

-J  God,  the  mighty  God,  124 

5gQ  Good,  according  to  thy  word  274 


132 
177 
539 

37 
173 
103 
166 

93 
570 
394 
111 
221 


From  darkness  and 
From  Greenland's  icy 


From  Jesse's  root  a  branch     565,^"°'^  ^^  ^^^  Lord 


GAY  youth,  do  hope's 
Gently,  Loril,0  gently 
Gird  now   thy  sword 
Gird  on  thy  sword, 
Give  ear,  O  Lord,  unto 
Give  thanks  to  God  above 
Give  thanks  to  God  beyond 
Give  thanks  to  God, 
Gi\e  thanks  to  God  most 
Give  thanks  to  God, 
Give  thanks  to  God, 
Give  thanks  to  the  Lord, 
Give  thanks  unto  the  Lord 
Give  to  om-  God 
Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons 
Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons 
G<ve,  ye  mighty, 
Gla.-lly  I  heard  them  say 
Glorious  God,  though  now 


.^.Go 


^-,  preach  u)y  gospel, 
^   ,Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 
"'^Go,  ye  messengers  of 


5 
4 
107 


153 

553 
433 
555 


S%,G»eat  God,  attend,  while 


'Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  516 
^.^.^  Gracious  Lord,  our  children  586 
188 
365 
367 
145 
616 
38 
566 
522 


316 
243 
317 
315 
314 
320 
266 
314 
6S 
6^ 

6i; 

28cS 
397 


Great  God,  enthronM 
Great  God,  how  glorious 
Great  God,  indulge  my 
Great  God,  I  owu  the 

•  reat  God,  the  heav'n's 
Great  God,  ihe  nations 

Great  God,  thy  judgments         

Great  God,  to  what  a  glorieus543 
Great  God,  uh.»se  universal    167 

Treat  is  God  ,  and  great  118 

Great  is  our  God,  310 

Treat  is  the  Lord,  254 

Great  is  the  LoiA,  our  God    116 


INDEX. 


XXXVIII 


Great  is  thy  pow'r, 
Great  King  of  glory  and 
Great  King  of  glory,  come 
Great  King  of  Zion, 
Great  shepherd  of 
Guard  me,  for  in  Thee 
Guilt,  Lord,  deep  guilt 


page. 
229  |He  reigns,  the  Lord, 
469iHer  shorn  and  mitred 


page. 
22a 
563 

583 1  He 'i?  blest,  who  stands  in  a\ve256 


569  He,  who  hath  made 
182  He,  who  with  his  God 

30  High  in  the  heav'ns, 
521  High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling 


HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greel<s534  Holy,  anointed  King 


206 
207 

84 
544 

45 


Had  not  God  been  on  our  side290^'Jb'  Ghost,  with  light  divine  463 


Hail,  my  Jesus  ever  blessed 

Hail,  Thou  once  despised 

Happy  is  he,  who  fears 

Happy  is  the  man,  whose 

Happy  the  church, 

Happy  the  heart, 

Happy  the  man,  I0  whom 

Happy  the  man,  whose 

Hark,  a  voice  awaking 

Hark  a  voice  of  countless 

Hark,  from  the  tombs 

Hark,  that  shriek 

Hark,  the  archangel's 

Hark,  the  final  trump 

Hat  k,  the  trump  sounding, 

Hark,  we  hear  a  voice 

Hark,  what  celestial  notes 

Hark,  what  mean  those 

Hark,  the  glad  sound. 

Hark,  the  lierald  angels 

Hark,  the  wastes  have 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise 

Hast  thou  an  arm   like  God 

Have  mercy,  God  of  love 

Have  mercy ,  O  my  God, 

Have  mercy  on  my  soul 

Have  mercy  on  thy  people, 

Heard  ye  not  ring  a  shout 

Hear  me,  O   my  God 

Hear,   O  Lord,  my  mournful 

Hear,  O  my  God,  my 

Hear,  O  sinner. 

Hear  what  the  voice 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent. 

He  comes.  He  comes,  ^^^  .     , 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  €52  ^ow  vam  is  all  belo 


442  Holy  Lamb,  who  Thee  446 

455  Home,  the  sce:ie  of  love  556 

255  Hosanna  to  our  conqu'ring  416 

9g;Hosanna  to  the  Prince  414 

545  Hosanna  to  the  royal  Son  403 

534  How  beauteous  are  389 

75  How  beautiful  the  seat  117 

I  How  beautiful  the  sight  308 

423  How  blest  is  this  day  551 

g55  How  blest  the  holy  hill  196 

gl5  How  calm  this  day  of  rest  209 

5g4  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  285 

540  H(tw  heavy  is  the  night  436 

639  f^^o^v  high  in  honor  546 

g41  Flow  large  ibe  promise  519 

554  How  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  22 

405  How  long  shall  wicked  213 

4Qg  How  long  wilt  Thou  23 

407  How  lovely  is  thy  (lv\elling  191 

416  "^'^'^^^  lovely  is  thy  house,  188 

55§  How  oft,  alas,  this  503 

4g4  How  oft  have  sin  and  532 

374  How  passion  all  our  reason  419 

129  Ht)w  pleasant,  how  187 

227  How  pleasant  is  the  love  S07 

230  How  pleasant  'tis  to  see  307 
275  How  pleas' d  and  blest  was  I  286 

499  How  shall  the  young  267 

22  How  shall  we  praise  370 

g4  How  shall  young  man  271 

250  How  soon  the  wicked  ^'^^ 

47(3  ^°^^'  sweet  I  find  thy  word  281 

529  How  sweet  the  sabbath  bell  286 

47§  How  the  word  my  soul  "^^ 
533  How  vain  are  all  things 


He  is  ris'n,  then  why. 
Help,  Lord,  for  men  of 
Help,  Lord  ,  the  godly  man 
Here  at  thy  cross, 
Here  in  Zion  dwell  forever 


4  25  How  wide  the  torrent 
22  How  will  the  soul  abide 


288 
599 
602 
7 
476 


21  1  AM  hated,  Lord,  by  those  141 
439  1  bear  the  pillars  176 

303'If  Christ  be  truly  644 


INDEX. 


XXXIX 


page. 

If  God  succeed  not,  29-1 

If  God  to  build  the  house  29c 

If,  sinners,  ye  in  heav'n  471 

I  know,  that  my  Redeemer  44C 

I  lift  my  soul,  O  Lord  59 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God  60 

I'll  bless  the  Lord  from  81 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  341 

I'll  speak  the  honors  107 

I  lo\  'd  them,  but  my  life  250 

I'm  banish'd  from  146 

I'm  not  asham'd  513 

In  all  my  straits  331 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  327 

Incarnate  Word,  who,  471 

In  christian  land  must  595 

In  God,  most  high,  227 

In  God  most  holy,  137 

In  God's  own  house  357 

In  goodness  and  love  212 

In  Judah  God,  the  Lord,  177 

In  justice.  Lord,  we  own  580[ 

In  mercy  help  me,  Lord  1651 

In  mercy,  Lord,  and  love  159 

In  silence  of  the  night  5411 

In  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  put  21! 

In  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  put  72 

In  Thee  our  fathers  518; 

In  the  lands,  which  seem  567, 

In  the  Lord  I  put  21' 

In  thy  house,  when  now  394; 

Into  thy  house  1  bring  157 i 

In  trouble.  Lord,  to  Thee  73 

In  truth,  O  my  soul  145 

In  vain  our  transient  508i 

In  yon  blue  heav'ns  8o' 

I  saw  a  throne  uplifted  36^ 

I  see  the  mighty  Judge,  638 

I  send  the  jo\s  of  earth  503 

I  sing  my  Savior's  412 

I  sought  the  Lord  in  282 

Israel  in  ancient  day  440 
Israel's  Shepherd,  O  give  ear  184 

Is  there  ambition  301 

Is  this  the  kind  return  504 

It  is  the  Lord,  our  228 

I  waited  patient  94 

I  was  blind,  but  now  438 

I  will  extol  Thee,  Lord,  70 

I  will  extol  Thee,  337 
G 


page, 
605 


I  would  not  live  alway, 

JEHOVAH  is  my  light 
Jehovah  is  my  light 
Jehovah  reigns  as  King 
Jehovah  reigns,  exalted  high  211 
Jehovah  reigns,  He  dwells       211 
Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne 
Jehovah  leigns  on  high 
Jehovah,  to  my  words 
JerusaleiHj  my  happy  homo 
Jesus,  all-atoning  Lamb 
Jesus,  blest  be  Thou 
Jesus,  in  Thee  our  eyes 
Jesus  is  gone  above 


64 

66 

371 


368 
224 
10 
642 
445 
655 
426 
650 


Jesus  is  standing  at  the  door  438 


Jesus,  Lord,  how  excellent 
Jesus  now  dwells  in 
Jesus  o'er  the  grave 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend 
Jesu.-,  Redeemer,  Savior, 
Jesus  reigns  from  sea  to  sea 
Jesus,  save  me,  or  I  perish 
Jesus,  Savior,  Thee  1  love 
Jesus,  Savior,  who  didst  die    657 
Jesus  shall  reign,  169 

Jesus  shall  reign    where'er 
Jesus  the  mount  ascends 
Jesus,  Thou  dost  reign 
Jesus,  thy  great  salvation 
Jesus,  when  the  floods 
Join  all  the  names 
Join  ev'ry  glorious  name 
Joyful  spring  again  is  here 
Joy  to  the  ^orld, 
Judge  me,  O  Lord, 


16 
424 
608 
251 
451 
171 
450 
447 


168 
410 
449 
171 
654 
426 
422 
578 
222 
61 


Judge  me,  O  Lord,  maintain  103 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  62 

Just  are  thy  ways,  33 

Justice.  Lord,  dwella  279 

Justly  have  1  walk'd,  278 
KINGDOMS  and  thrones     161 

LET  all  the  earth  218 

Let  all  the  heathen  268 

Let  blessing,  honor,  661 

Let  childien  hear  180 

Lei  children  hear  180 

Let  earth  rejoice,  222 

Let  everlasting  glories  387 

Let  ev'iy  creature  joia  347 


XL 


INDEX. 


page 
Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend     509|Lord,  in  troublous  day 


Let  ev'ry  tongue 

Let  God  arise  in  all 

Let  God,  the  Father 

Let  heathens  to  their  idols 

Let  my  cry  to  Thee 

Let  not  an  envious 

L-t  not  of  Christ  and  man 

Let  others  boast,  how 

Let  sinners  choose 

Let  songs  of  praise  now 

Let  the  iiarp  your  hands 

Let  the  sev'nth  angel 

Let  the  wild  leopards 

Let  thy  mercie; 


33S|Lord,  I  will  bless  Thee 
IGOiLort),  I  would  spread  my 
660  Lord,  my  conscience 

29,Lcrd,  my  eyes  are 
281  Lord,  mv  soul  on  Thee 

S9  Lord  of  hosts,  to  Thee 
396  Lord  of  the  worlds 
60 i  Lord,  once  my  eyes 
135  Lord,  our  present  help 
467  Lord,  our  songs  we  lift 
22S  Lord,  shall  the  wicked 
562  Lord,  supreme  in 
472  Lord,  take  my  heart, 
273  Lord,  the  God  of  my 


Let  us  adore  ih'eternal  Word  649jLord,  the  heav'ns 

Let  us  awake  our  joys  45S  Lord,  the  King  of  Zion 

Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind  318  Lord,  thou  hast  search'd 


Let  Zion  and  her  sons 

lAie  and  immortal  joys 

Life  is  the  time  to 

Lift  your  voice. 

Lift  up  your  heads, 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray 

Lo,  betore  the  throne 

Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds 

Lo,  in  yon  glorious  world, 

Long  as  I  live, 

Long  have  we  sat 

Lo,  on  a  narrow 

Lo,  on  the  mountains, 

Lo,  on  Zicn's  glorious 

Lo,  tiie  creeping  worm, 

Lo,  the  earth,  array 'd 

Lo,  the  prisoner  now 

Lord,  as  this  sabbath's 

l^ord,  behold  the  slave, 

Lord,  dismiss  us 

Lord,  have  mercy  on  my 

Lord,  hearken  to  my 

Lord,  I  am  thine, 

Lord  J  I  am  thine. 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  thine 

Lord,  I  am  vile, 

Lord,  I  have  a  ready  tongue 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy 


230  Lord,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul 
522  Lord,  Thou  searchest 
599!Lord,  Thou  wilt  hear  me, 
319  Lord,  thy  judgments, 

57  Lord,  thy  mercy  far 
421' Lord,  to" Thee  1  lift 
456  Lord,  to  Thee  I  rais'd 
633iLord,  to  Thee,  we  lift 
660|Lord,  we  adore  thy  vast 
337jLord,  we  have  heard 
532'Lord,  we  mourn  thy 
604  Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 
555  Lord,  what  a  thoughtless 
637: Lord,  what  is  feeble 
629  Lord,  what  is  man, 
570  Lord,  what  was  man, 
620  Lord,  when  I  cry  to  Thee 
402, Lord,  when  my  thoughts 
596'Lord,  when  Thou  didst 
397  Lord,  when  we  bow 
130  Loud  hallelujahs 
9  Love  divine,  ail  love 

31|Lo,  what  a  glorious 
502iLo,  what  a  pleasant, 
648  Lo,  what  tumult  rises 


page- 

45 

80 

128 

497 

61 

144 

584 

190 

497 

112 

578 

19 

235 

448 

199 

43 

47 

326 

34 

329 

8 

278 

87 

285 

332 

289 

539 

104 

621 

205 

172 

335 

335 

14 

331 

447 

161 

395 

347 

450 

264 

306 


1-6  MAKE  me.  O  Lord,  mine  end  92 

250  Alan  has  a  soul  of  vast  602 

269  Ax^n  ig  ^jje  child  of  wo  613 

Lord,  I  lift  my  eyes  to  Thee  192, ^j^^,^.  ^^^ev^  j^^^  ^i^^^  gay  8 

Lord,  in  dark,  afflictive           1^^  Master  of  slaves  am  I  595 

Lord,  in  the  day                        38:::,>Xa,_-  ^ot  the  sovereign  Lord  377 

l^lMercy  and  truth  now  meet  193 


Lord,  in  the  raorninor 


rXDEX. 


XLl 


Mercv,  descending  from  aboveoSo 


Mine  enemies  have  laid  330 

Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  526 

Mourner,  wert  thou  one,  609 

Mourning  souls,  dry  up  440 

Most  firm  is  thy  good  37 
Mount  Zion,the  city  of  God,  119 

Mv  days,  like  shadows  230 

Mv  dear  Redeemer  438 

Mv  God,  accent  my  early  330 

MV  God,  how  lasting  is  571 

My  God,  in  whom  are  13S 

My  God,  my  Father,  47 
My  God,  my  Goil,  my  sorrows  4S 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  336 

Mv  God,  my  life,  my  love  3S5 

My  God,  of  all  my  ji)y  3S4 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  3S4 

Mv  God,  permit  me  not  540 

Mv  God,  permit  14S 

My  God,  the  steps  of  89 

Mv  gracious  Redeemer  444 

My  heart,  O  Lord,  is  dark  17S 

Mv  heart  rejoices  in  73 

Mv  joyful  heart  exults  249 

My  lite  's  a  shade,  my  days  631 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  20 

Mv  Savior  and  my  Ring  lOS 

My  Savior  and  my  King  65S 

Mv  Savior,  hanging  421 

My  Savior,  my  almighty  166 

Mv  Shepherd  is  the  living  50 

My  Shepherd  is  the  Lord,  53 

Mv  Shepheid,  my  soul  He  55 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  52 

INIv  sins  oppress  my  soul  96 

My  soul,  come,  meditate  612 

Mv  soul,  extol  his  name  23S 

My  soul  forsakes  her  50il 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  1S9 

My  soul,  inspir'd  with  507 

INIy  soul,  thy  God  forever  512 

My  soul,  wily  art  thou  533 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  143 

My  spirit,  Lord,  Thou  wilt  29 

My  spirit  sinks  within  99 

NAKED  as  from  the  earth  605 

Never  doth  the  sun  arise  366 

No  eagle  on  his  pinions  365 

No  man,  who  dwells  in  dust  333 


page. 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  528 

None  can  preserve  his  120 

\o  revellers  are  here  630 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  630 

Not  a  freckle  or  a  stain  366 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts  427 

Not  all  the  outward  464 

Not  from  the  dust  allliction  606 

Not  to  condemn  our  guilty  523 

Not  to  the  terrors  3S8 

Not  unto  us  be  praise  259 

Now  be  my  heait  inspir'd  105 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  49 

Now  go,  thou  little  book  585 

Now  in  the  heat  of  \outhful  487 

Now  let  me  die,  'twas  617 

Now  let  our  mournful  47 

Now  may  the  God  44 

Now  on  the  gladden'd  sight  597 

Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  156 

Now  tell  me,  who  has  wo  592 

Now  throw^  away  thy  rod  607 

JNow  to  the  Lord  a  noble  409 
L\()w  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  427 

Now  to  the  pow'r  of  God  424 

O  BLESSED  day,  when  all  5S9 

O,  blessed  souls  76 

O  bless  the  Lord,  235 

O  blest  indeed  is  he  77 

O  clap  ye  your  hands,  115 

O  come  and  let  us  sing  217 

O  come  and  praise  82 

|0  come  and  praise  the  Lord  357 

O  cou:e,  Jehovah  praise  262 

O  come,  loud  anthems  215 

O  come,  ye  nations,  262 

O  day  most  calm,  401 

O  dav  of  rapture  sweet  287 

O  dav  of  wrath,  O  dreadful  642 

O  dreadful  God,  375 

O'er  mountain  tops  o6S 

Overwhelmed,  to  God  36 

Of  mercy,  O  myheav'nly  228 

O  for  a  closer  walk  541 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  441 

O  for  an  overcoming  616 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy  113 

O  for  a  sight,  a  pleasant  635 

O  for  the  death  ot  those  620 

O  tor  the  happy  end  619 


XLII 


IXDEX. 


page. 

Of  pure  delights  what  456 

Oft  his  silent  t^pirit  517 

Of  Thee  I'll  sav,  O  Lord  207 

O  give  thanks   '  24S 

O  give  thanks  unto  240 

O  God,  be  merciful  139 

O  God ,  how  doth  86 

O  God,  in  Zion  151 

O  God.  my  God,  14S 

O  God,  my  retuge,  134 
O  God,  mv  sins  are  manifold  509- 

O  God  of  hosts,  201 

O  God  of  mercy,  129 

O  God  of  mercy,  142 

O  God  of  my  salvation  199 

O  God,  why  hast  Thou  175 

O  had  I  but  wings  136 

O  happy  day,  that  fix'd  501 

O  hear  me  in  distress  9 

O  Holy  Spirit,  come  466 

O  how  cheating,  O  how  603 

O  how  good  and  excellent  209 

O  how  great  thy  73 

O  how  i  love  thy  26S| 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  606 

O  how  I  love  thy  law,  267 

O  how  lovely  and  191; 

O  how  much  I  love  276 

O  how  pleasant  SOS 

O  how  sweet  in  heav'n  459 

O,  if  mv  soul  was  form'd  507  j 

O,  Lanib,  O  Lamb,  could  I  442| 

O  Lord,  bow  down  194 

O  Lord,  euihron'd  above  592 

O  Lord,  have  piiy  91' 

O  Lord,  how  many  7 

O  Lord,  I'm  ever  327 

O  Lord,  in  thy  love  160 

O  Lord,  in  thy  regardless  24^ 

O  Lord,  I  trust  in  Thee  30 

O  Lord,  mv  heart  once  300 

O  Lord,  my  Rock  I  66 

O  Lord,  now  hear  231 

O  Lord,  oa  darkness  shed  466 

O  Lord,  our  fathers  105 

O  Lord,  our  King  15 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  15 

O  Lord,  rebuke  me  not  12 

O  Lord,  supreme  in  might  239 

O  Lord,  the  glorious  King  oo2 


page. 

O  Lord,  to  Thee  I  cry  67 

O  Lord,  why  standest"^  18 

O  Love,  how  cheering  452 

O  make  a  glad  noise  227 

O  my  God,  to  Thee  on  high  49 

O  my  soul,  what  means  442 

Once  on  the  raging  439 
Once  slain,  thou  Lamb  of  God662 

Once  the  Savior  5S2 

One  pray'r  1  have,  538 

On  thy  church,  O  pow'r  159 

On  Z ion's  hill  my  stand  550 

On  Zion's  holy  hill  6 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  354 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  353 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  359 
O  praise  ye  the  Lord  on  high  352 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  356 

O  praise  \e  the  Lord  263 

O  render  thanks  to  God  241 

0  righteous  Lord,  for  me  83 
O  shall  God's  house  lie  waste  584 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God  461 

O  stop,  poor  sinner,  484 

O  suti'rer  on  the  cross  432 

O  that  fire,  before  639 

O  that  the  Lord  would  269 

0  that  thy  statutes  270 

O  Thou,  from  whom  454 

O  thou  loving  Savior,  597 

O  Thou,  my  God  and  King  339 

O  Thou,  my  heav'nly  King  325 

O  Thou,  that  hearest  prayer  463 

0  Thou,  who  art  the  hope  155 

O  Thou,  who  hear'st,  126 

O  time,  how  few  thv  value  483 

O  'tis  a  fearful  thing  486 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  467 

O.ir  children  Thou  dost  644 

Our  days,  alas,  our  mortal  600 

Our  ears  have  heard,  104 

Our  God  above  379 

Our  God,  our  help  204 

Our  griefs  He  sure  423 

Our  heav'uly  Father  near  393 

Our  life,  how  transient,  601 

Our  nation  trembles  142 

Our  refuge  is  the  God  110 

Our  Savior's  praise  651 

Our  sins,  alas,  like  raging  635 


JXDEX. 


XLIII 


pa^e. 

Our  sword  no  blood-drop  5S9 

Out  of  love,  O  Savior  dear  5SS 

Out  of  the  depth^.O  Loia,  299 

Out  of  the  depths  300 

O  well  of  love,  O  flow'r  425 

O  what  a  lovelvflowV,  624 

O,  where  shall* rest  613 

O  ye  gate?,  be  opeird  5S 

O  Zion,  now  awake  561 

O  ZIon,  praise  thy  God  346 

O  Zion,  sacred  seat  303 

O  ZioQ,  sacred  seat  305 
PEACEFUL  is  the  sabbath  402 

People  oi"  the  living  God  495 

Persecutors  wake  ray  fears  2S0 

Pilgrim,  do  clouds  of  grief  540 

Plung'j  in  a  gulf  40S 

Poor  captives,  sitting  down  32o 

Praise,  everlasting  praise  3S1 

Praise  God,  all  ye,  49 

Praise  God  in  joyful  234 

Praise  Jehovah,  343 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  244 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  holy  35S 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  saints  359 
Praise  to  God,  ,\ e  righteous,  313 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  152 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  extol  312 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  356 

Prai-e  ye  the  Lord,  341 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  of  357 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  on  high  312 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  344 

Preserv-e  rae.  Lord,  28 

Prisoners,  Jesus  now  495 

Prisners  of  hope,  arise  429 
Promis-d  blessings  let  me  see  273 

Pure  the  stream  of  life  659 

REJOICE,  ye  righteous  7S 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  79 

Reoice,  yeshinin?  56 

Remember,  Lord,'our  200 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  204 

Return,  O  wanderer,  510 

Return,  O  wand'rer  to  thy  492 

Risp,  O  my  soul,                "  525 

Ris"^,  sun  of  gion»-  566 

Rivers  into  a  wilderness  244 j 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  557 

>AFELY  through  another  40L 
H 


pa^e. 

Saint5,  at  your  heav'nly  519 

Salvation  is  forever  nigh  192 

SaUation,  it  is  near  193 

Salvation,  O  the  joyful  439 

Salvation  to  our  God  661 

Save  rae,  Go-i  of  might  133 

Save  me.  Lord,  by  iLy  133 

Save  me,  ray  God,  165 

Savior,  bless  thy  word  396 

Savior  when  in  dust  449 

Savior,  who  didst  die  654 

Savior,  who  thy  flock  644 

Scorn,  O  sinners,  will  you  490 

Seamen,  who  plough  the  245 

Seasons  and  times  obey  151 

See  me,  piercM  with  250 

Seest  thou  that  glistening  505 

Seest  thou  that  worldly  513 

See  the  Lord  of  life  414 

See  what  a  glorious  stone  266 

See  what  a  living  stone  265 

Shall  blood  still  "ilow  590 

Shall  man,  O  God  of  life  197 

Shall  the  sleepers  sleep  640 

Siiali  the  vile  race  370 

Shall  wisdom  loudly  cry  404 

She  has  pass'd  through  29S 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  1S3 

Shine,  glorious  God,  158 
Shout,  ye  peo;  le,  unto  God    114 

Show  pity.  Lord,  125 

Sing,  all  ye  nations  156 

jSing,  all  ye  ransom'd  454 

Sing  aloud  to  God,  IS5 

jSing  a  new  219 

I  Sing  to  God,  to  God  163 

!Sing  to  God  with  jov  1S6 

iSing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  215 

jSing  to  the  Lord,  219 

'Sing,  ye  nations,  263 

Sin  has  a  thousand  496 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  470 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  475 

Sinners,  hear  you  not  4-S6 

Sinners,  lo  th^  message  494 

Sinners,  now  listen  475 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  491 

|Sinners,  will  ye  scorn  4SS 

Siuners,  will  ye  scorn  475 

Sinners,  you're  in  the  path  493 

Sinner,  wilt  thou  still  delay  479 


XLIV 


INDEX. 


page. 

Sitting  around  the  Savior's  6521 

Sitting  down  by  Babel's  3231 

Solemn  is  the  message  492 

So  let  our  lives  and  lips  535; 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  25S 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  S90j 

Soon  as  I  heard  ray  Father  6o: 

Soon  through  all  the  jarring  590 

So  strange,  so  boundless  408 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  560 

Spirit  of  truth  to  Thee  46i 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  for  manly  52S 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  612 

Strait  is  the  way  515 

Strangers  and  pilgrims  545} 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  ITS 

Sweet  as  angePs  notes  in  50S 

Sweet  is  tiie  dawn  399| 

Sweet  is  the  day  39Sl 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  338, 

Sweet  is  the  time,  392 

Sweet  is  the  work,  20Sj 

Sweet,  lovely  Peace,  591 1 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  579; 
i 


TEACH,  Lord,  the  measure   94 

Teach  me,  my  God  ^nd  King  393 

Teach  me  tlie  measure  93 

Teach  thy  statutes,  272 

Tempted',  oppress'd  102 

Til'  accepted  time  482 

The  act  of  baptism  done  643| 

Th'  Almighty  reigns,  221 

That  awful  day  is  536 

That  man  is  blest  alway  3 

That  man  is  blest  indeed  296 

That  man  is  blest  indeed  98 

That  man  is  blest,  255 

The  angel  comes,  he  comes  632 

The  angel  hosts  appear  404 

The  angel  lifted  high  562 

The  anger  of  the  Lord  IS 

The  anxious  search  was  500 

The  christian  warrior,  528 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  634 

The  dry  and  barren  ground  154 

The  eaith  Thou  dost  visit  155 

Thee  I  praise,  my  God,  340 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  598 

Thee  will  I  love,  3V 


The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 
The 


page, 
evening  sky  was  bright  406 
glories  of  the  Lamb  457 

glorious  universe  548 

God  and  Father  of  378 

God  of gods,  Jehovah,      122 
God  ol  nature  364 

g-)od  man's  steps  90 

great  command  has  535 

great  Redeemer  we  adore  646 


guilty  man  is  blest  76 

heathen  feet  have  stood  181 

heavens  declare  39 

heavy  night  hung  581 

Hebrew  prophet  431 

idol  gods  of  yellow  311 

King  of  saints  106 

law  bv  iMoses  came  481 

Lord  declares  his  will  386 

Lord  descended  from  36 

Lord  did  Israel  save  241 

Lord  hath  heard  my  voice  260 

Lord  himself  chose  239 

Lord,  how  wondrous  232 
Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns220 

Lord  is  great,  263 

Lord  is  merciful  and  232 

Lord  is  my  salvation  65 

Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  55 

Lord,  Jehovah,  reigns  212 

Lord,  Jehovah,  reigns  225 

Lord,  my  God,  1  love  261 

Lord  my  pasture  shad  51 

Lord  my  Shepherd  is  53 
Lord,  my  Shepherd,  is  on  51 

Lord  of  glory  is  63 

Lord,  our  God,  is  great  111 

Lord,  our  God,  is  Lord  373 

Lord,  the  everlasting  386 

Lord,  the  Judge,  123 

Lord,  the  sov'ieign,  121 

man  is  ever  blest  3 
man,  who  fears  the  Lord  297 

mighty  God  124 

mighty  God,  Jehovah,  122 

moment  a  sinner  524 

monarch  on  his  throne  658 

morning  flowers  627 

nations  Thou  hast  made  194 

night  is  far  spent,  530 

orbs  celestial,  40 


INDEX. 


XLV 


page. 
15C 

420 

6ie 


The  praise  of  Zion  waits 

Tbe  promise  of  my 

The  prosp'rous  nation 

Tiiere  is  a  calm  for  iliose. 

There  is  a  fountain, 

There  is  a  lionse,  not  made 

There  is  a  land  of  pure 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful    634 

There,  that  parting  breath      62f 

There  was  joy,  great  joy 

Tlie  sacrifice,  which 

The  saints  above,  once 

The  saints  on  earth 

The  Savior  lives, 

These  glorious  minds,  how 

These  glorious  spirits 

The  spacious  firmament 

The  Spirit  breathes 

The  Spirit's  voice  doth 

The  sun  withdraws 

The  time  is  short,  how 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  545 

The  wicked  bend  thei] 

The  wicked  thou  wilt 

The  winter  is  past,  577 

The  works  of  God  are  great    254 

The  wrathful  angel's  sword      656 

The  year  is  well  nigh  fled       581 

The  year,  that  is  fled  576 


Though  fig-tree  cease 
Though  holy,  holy, 
Though  I  deserve  thy 
Though  oft  our  giiefs 
!'houghwitli  our  mortal 
Thou'rt  my  portion, 
Thou,  the  Lord,  my  fount 
Tliou  the  moon  didst 
Thou,  to  whom  revenge 
Thou,  who  didst  wear 
Thrice  happy  man 
Through  ev'ry  age 
Thus  I  resolv'd  before 
Thus  sailh  the  high. 
Thus  saith  the  Lord, 
Thus  saith  the  wisdom 
Thus  th'  eternal  Father 
Thy  face  why  dost  Thou 
Thv  God,  O  Zion,  reigns 
Thy  hand,  O   Lord,  hath 
Thy  justice  shall  maintain 
Thy  light  ten  thousand 
:0!  Thy  name,  O  God, 
328 i Thy  perfect  law,  O  Lord, 


500 
594 
434 
548 
4L8 
628 
65« 
40 
387 
436 
575 
483 


Thy  rushing  wing 
Thy  servants  in  their  zeal 
I'hy  word  is  to  my  feet 
Tliy  word,  O  Lord,  is  light 
Thv  works  bow  wonderful 


page. 
543 
380 

11 
298 
445 
274 

64 
237 
214 
653 
255 
203 

92 
511 

95 
481 
251 

19 
170 
367 

86 
369 
656 

42 
537 
302 
270 
388 

95 
482 


They  seek  their  father-country594  Time  is  winging  us 
They,  who  in  God  do  trust      291| Time,  'tis  a  gliding  meteor's  600 
They,  who  in  Zion's  God        290  j'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  524 

They,  who  in  riches  put  120' T  is  by  thy  strength  153 

They,  who  in  riches  trust        121  rl'  is  finish'd,  so  the  Savior 
They  who  ocean's  path- way    247|'T  is  finish'd,  the  conflict 


Thine  earthly  sabbaths 
Thine  eye,  intent  on 
Think  inigtity  God, 
This  at  length  i  know 
This  do,  remembering 
This  do,  said  Christ, 
This  is  the  day,  the  Lord 
This  is  the  word  of  truth 
This  spacious  earth. 
Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave. 
Thou  art.  Lord,  my   God 
Thou  are  our  moveless  rock 
Thou  hast  built  my 
Thou  hast  heard  my   cry. 
Though  chosen  friend 


412 
623 
542 
210 
623 


400 1  T  is  good  our  course 
505  'T  is  good  to  give  thanks 
200j'Tis  well.  She  has  enter'd 

174 j To  anger  God  is  slow  375 

650 'To  C/irist,  our  heav'nly,  544 

649  i  To  diiy,  if  you  will  hear  485 

264    To  day  the  Savior  calls  490 

389   To  God  I  lift  mine  eyes  284 

56    To  God,  oiw  Savior,  661 

629  To  God,  the  Father,  660 

149  To  God,  the  great,  240 

203  To  God  the  only  wise  380 
275  To  God,  who  rides  the  storm  245 

72  To  honor  those,  \\  ho  gave  518 

135  To  morrow.  Lord  is  thine  531 


XLVI 


INDEX. 


page. 
To  my  paths  thy  word's  277  What  mnst  it  be  to  dwell 

To  pass  through  death  610  What  shall  I  render 

To  spend  one  sacred  day         190  When  awake  at  noon 
To  Thee,  Lord,  Zion's  King  170  When  Christ  to  iudgment 
To  Thee,  O  God,  I  call  48S  When  Christ  with  all 

To  Thee,  O  Lamb,  661  When  conscience  to  the 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  cried 


48C 
25^ 
408 
182 
3S: 
537 
147 
64S 
14C 


To  Thee,  O  Lord,  my  rock 

To  thine  almighty  arm 

To  thy  house,  O  Lord, 

To  vain  thoughts  my  heart 

To  you  the  Savior  calls 

Triumphant  from  the  dead 

Triumphant  songs  raise 

Turn  Thee,  in  mercy  turn 

'T  was  by  an  order  from 

'T  was  dreadful, 

'T  was  in  the  watches 

'T  was  on  that  dark, 

Tyrants,  do  ye  judge 

UNLESS  the  Lord  the  house  29c 

Unto  God  ye  sons  of  might 

Unto  my  prayer,  O  God, 

Unto  the  house  of  God 

Uprais'd  on  Zion's  holy  hill 

Up  to  the  6elds 

Up  to  the  hills 

Up  to  the  hills. 

Upward  I  lilt  mine  eyes 

VAIN  are  the  hopes. 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits 

Valleys  Thou  didst  fill 

WAITING  for  the  Lord 

Wake,  my  soul,  and  as 

Wash'd  is  the  crimson 

We  bless  the  Lord. 

We  bring  these  children, 

Welcome  is  the  evening 

Welcome,  sweet  day 

We  lift  our  eyes 

W^ell  arm'd,  Christ  sent 

Well  met,  dear  friends, 

We  love  Ihee,  Lord, 

We  meet,  O  Lord, 

We  praise  for  his 

We  raise  our  shouts, 

We've  no  abiding 

We  wept  by  proud 

We  wept,  where  Babel's 

W^hat  equal  honors 


332  When  earthly  comforts  die 
67 1  When  from  Eo^ypt 


page. 
550 
260 
575 
123 
443 
512 
383 
258 


35  j When  gloomy  clouds  spread    496 


304 [When  God  is  nigh, 
277iWhen  God  out  pour'd 


When  heav'n's  wide  arch 

When  I  can  read  my  title 

When  Israel  march 'd 

When  1  survey  the 

When  Jesus  pray'd, 

When,  Lord,  Thou  didst 

When  man  grows  bold 

When  overvvhelm'd 

When  overwhelm'd 

W^hen  rising  floods  my 

When  shall  the  voice 

\Vhen  the  great  Judge, 

When  the  Lord  set 

When  the  sun  with 

When  thou  shalt  pass 

When  to  God  the  Suff'rer 

When  to  my  God 

When  wild  confusion  wrecks  636 

When  Zion  was  restored         293 

Where  flows  in  silence  324 

Where  from  Thee  can  I,         328 

Where  once  the  temple's         563 

Where  shall  the  man  be  found  60 


70 
134 
217 
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385 
28^ 
28£ 
284 
520 
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57£ 
65c 
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58S 
57-i 
39^ 
289 
554 
S9£ 

3c 
55;: 
37^ 
547 
54f; 
32  i 
320 
417i\Vho  will  arise 


28 
292 

14 
617 
257 
653 

46 
292 

86 
143 
143 
448 
565 

18 
294 
576 
536 

50 

33 


Where  shall  we  go  301 

Wiiere  's  your  God,  259 

While  I  keep  silence  74 

While  life  prolongs  198 

Who  are  these,  mine  eyes  637 

"^Vho  can  count  God's  181 

Who  can  describe  the  joys,  499 

Who  his  errors  can  survey  44 

Who  in  his  hollow  hand  369 

Who  is  this,  that  comes  411 

v\  ho  shall  ascend  thy  26 

Who  shall  dwell  in  57 

Who  shall  dwell,  O  Lord  27 

Who  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  27 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  430 

Who  shall  within  thy  26 
213 


INDEX. 


XLVll 


page. 


4 

88 

657 

100 

132 


Why  did  tlie  nations 

Why  do  God's  enemies 

\\  h V  do  the  wealthy, 

Why  o'er  the  sun 

\\  hv,  O  my  soul,  art 

Why,  O  sinner,  dost 

Why,  O  sinner,  wilt  thou  die  478 

Wh'v  should  (he  children  468 

Whv  should  this  earth  603 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear614 

Why  these  desponding  549 

Why  weep  we  for  departing    614 

W^hy  ,  ye  mourners,  607 

Wise  men  have  measur'd         443 

With  all  my  pow'rs 

With  earnest  longings 

With  full  heart  to  Thee 

Within  thy  holy  temple's 


325 
100 
279 
325 


Within  thy  house  with  songs  326 

"With  joy  praise  ye  342 

With  joy  we  meditate  429 

W^ith  mournful  voice  178 

With  my  whole  heart  17 

With  my  whole  heart  16 

With  radiant  beams  477 

With  rev'rence  should  202 

With  songs  and  honors  345 

With  stately  tow'rs  115 

Wouldst  thou  with  God  .520 

W^ould  vou  win  a  soul  456 


pa?e. 

\  E  angels  round  the  throne  66  1 

Ye  angel  hosts  above  657 

Ve  boundless  realms  of  joy  349 

Ye  gates,  lift  up  your  head  57 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heav'n,  610 

Ye  holy  angels  bright  391 

Ye  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice  78 

Ye  isle's  of  the  West,  5.59 

I  Ye  judges  of  the  earth  186 

!  Ye  messengers  of  God  556 

j  Ye  mountain  heights,  162 

:  Ye  nations  of  the  earth  226 

j  Ye  nations,  once  in  darkest  262 

!  Ye  people,  be  ye  glad  11.3 

j  Ye  people,  piaise  the  Lord  256 

j  Ye  saw  the  scoffer's  pride  480 

I  Ye  see,  that  the  Lord  551 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord  90 

:  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord  257 

Ye  sinful  dying  thralls  489 

Yes,  my  native  land,  557 

Ye  sons  of  Adam,  487 

;  Ye  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  206 

Ye  sons  of  men,  with  383 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join  350 

Ye  wide-spread  realms  351 

Yield  to  me  now,  453 

Your  arduous  work  622 

You,  who  dwell  above  [352 

Zion,  extol  thv  God  344 

Zion,  O  how  blest  197 


ERRATA. 


p.  113.  for  L.  M.  read  S.  M. 

124.  instead  of  line  2d.,  second  st.,  7th    version,  read 

"while  on  dark  cloud  He  doth  ride." 

136.  last  line,  some  copies,  for  '''man"  read  '"men." 

169.  stanza  at  the  bottom,  transpose  2d  &  3d  lines. 

286.  Sec,  version,  4th  st.  line  1st,  strike  out  '*'holy." 

289.  First  version, 4th  stanza, for'*deride"read*'revile. 

387.  For  (ii.  15.)  read  (ii.  151.) 

509.  line  4th  insert  (i.  7.) 

513.  for  (ii.  103.)  read  (i.  103.) 

51.5.  for  (ii.  106.)  read  (ii.  161.) 

535.  for(i.  166,)  read  (i.  116.) 

562.  L  3,  for  ^'seventh"  read  sev'nth.*' 

565.  1,  21,  for  **shadows"  read  "shadow." 
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PSALMS. 


1.     First  Version. — h.  M.  Appleton.    Uxbridge, 
Difference  between  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked^ 

1  HAPPY  the  man,  whose  cautious  feet 
Shun  the  broad  way,  that  sinners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place,  where  atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk,  as  scoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 

And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
With  pleasure  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

P     3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 

f  Shall  flourish  in  immortal  green, 

>  And  heav'n  will  shine,  with  kindest  beams, 
—  On  every  work,  his  hands  begin. 

P     4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  cross'd  3 — 
mf       As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies, 

>  So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 

p         When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies,  watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Hebron.  Eaton. 
Happiness  of  the  Good :  Dooin  of  the  Wicked. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man,  whose  feet  ne'er  stray, 
Misguided  by  advice  unmeet. 

Who  stands  not  in  the  sinners'  way, 
Nor  sits  in  daring  scoffer's  seat. 

2  To  him  God's  laws  give  pure  delight. 
And  ev'ry  day  his  thoughts  employ, 
Or,  pond'ring  heav'nly  truth  at  night, 

P         Sweet  visions  wrap  his  soul  in  joy. 
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2  PSALM  I. 

f   3   This  man  is  like  the  wide-spread  tree. 
That  strikes  its  root  by  river's  side  ; 
His  leaves,  all  green,  no  frost  shall  see. 
His  fruit  and  honors  shall  abide. 

—  4  Th'  ungodly  are  not  so,  but  like 

The  thresher's  chaff  or  stubble  light, 
f         Which  strong  winds  in  their  fury  strike, 
>-        And  bear  off  quickly  out  of  sight. 

—  5    They  cannot  meet  the  Judge's  eye : — 

In  heav'n  above  they  have  no  home. 
But,  while  the  righteous  dwell  on  high, 
p         In  dark  abyss  they  find  their  doom.  allen. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  Dedham,  Winter, 
End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

1  BLKST  is  the  man,  that  shuns  the  place. 
Where  sinners  love  to  meet, 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scaffer's  seat. 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

mf  3  He,  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind, 
By  living  waters'  side. 
Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 
Shall  spread  his  branches  wide. 

—  4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  fair  and  ckar 

Shall  his  profession  shine. 
While  fruits  of  holiness  appear. 
Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

mp  5  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust  ; — 
What  vain  designs  they  form  ? 
Their  hopes  are  blown  aw^ay  like  dust. 
Or  chaff,  before  the  storm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 
Among  the  sons  of  grace, 
mf     When  Christ,  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 


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PSALM   1.  3 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path,  they  tread. 
His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 
mp      But  crooked  ways  of  sinners  lead 

>  Down  to  the  gates  of  hell,  watts. 

Fourth  Ver. — S.  M.  Bladenshurg,  Olmutz. 
The  Saint  happy,  the  Sinner  miserable. 

1  THE  man  is  ever  blest, 
Who  shuns  the  sinners'  ways. 
Who  in  their  counsels  doth  not  rest, 
Nor  takes  the  scorner^'s  place: 

2  But  doth  God's  law  survey 
And  study  with  delight. 
Amidst  the  labors  of  the  da}', 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

mf  3   He,  like  a  tree,  shall  thrive^ 

With  waters  near  the  root: 

Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live, 

His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit, 
mp  4  Not  so  th'  ungodly  race  ; 

They  no  such  blessings  find: 
<:        Their  hopes,  like  chatf  from  threshing-place, 

>  Shall  fly  before  the  wind.  watts. 

Fifth  Version. — S.  'M.  Boylston,  Dover. 
Blessedness  of  the  Holy  Man, 

1  THAT  man  is  blest  alway, 
Who  shuns  advice  unmeet, 

Who  stands  not  in  the  sinner's  way. 
Nor  sits  in  scorners'  seat. 

2  He  reads  God's  word  with  awe, 
And  yet  with  pure  delight; 
Each  day  he  meditates  the  law, 
And  ponders  it  at  night. 

mf  3  He's  like  the  wide-branch'd  tree. 
That  grows  by  river's  side  ; 
His  green  leaf  fadeless  you  may  see, 
His  fruit  comes  in  its  tide. 

mp  4  But  sinners'  doom  deplore: — 
In  the  great  judgment  day 
They'll  be  like  chaff  of  threshing  floor, 

>  By  tempest  borne  away !  allen. 


i  PSALM  1,  2. 

Sixth  Version. -7s.  Enfield.  TlHson, 
God's   Servants  blessed. 

1  BLEST   is  he,  whose  prudent  feet 
Sinners'  by-paths  ne'er  have  known, 
Blest,  who  in  the  scorner's  seat 
Ne'er  with  blasphemy  sits  down. 

2  But  who  eagerl}^  doth  look. 
With  a  pure  and  sweet  delight. 
Into  God's  most  holy  book, 
Pond'ring  truth  both  day  and  night. 

mf  3  He  is  like  a  spreading  tree, 
Planted  by  the  river's  side; 
Ever  green  his  leaf  shall  be. 
And  his  fruit  comes  in  its  tide. 

—  4  But  God's  foes  shall  feel  his  power: — 
They  are  fruitless,  fire-doom'd  trees, 
Or  like  chaff  of  threshing  floor. 
Borne  away  by  sw^ift-wing'd  breeze. 

p     5  When  tire  sleepers  in  the  ground 
Rise  to  judgment  from  the  dust. 
Sinners  then  shall  not  be  found 
Glad  companions  of  the  just. 


2.  First  Version. -L.M.  Sherburne.  Rockingham, 
Christ  triumphing  over  his  Enemies. 

1  WHY  do  God's  enemies  arise. 
His  holy  kingdom  to  depress.^ 
Why  take  proud  counsel,  and  devise 
Malignant  plots  of  foolishness  .'^ 

2  They  say, — "^Come,  let  us  break  his  bands, 
And  his  anointed  Son  oppose;" — 

But  He,  who  heav'n  and  earth  commands, 
Holds  in  derision  all  his  foes. 

3  The  King  on  Zion's  holy  hill, 

Unless  they  bow,  will  smite  them  down; 
Their  souls  with  anguish  He  will  fill, 
And  meet  them  with  terrific  frown. 
f     4  Jesus  shall  reign,  till  all  the  world 

Shall  feel  his  blest  and  righteous  sway, 
Till  tyrants  from  their  seats  are  hurl'd, 
And  pagans  cast  their  gods  away. 


PSALM  2.  5 

p     5  Be  wise  now,  therefore,  0  ye  Kings; — 
Ve  Chiefs  and  Jndsres,  serve  the  Lord, 
Lest,  when  the  judgnient-rruinpet  rings, 
"Depart!"  shall  be  yonr  dooming  word!  allen. 

Second  Versiox. — C.  M.  Marlow.   Lutzen. 
Christ   exalted. 

1  WHY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 
The  Lord's  anointed  Son? 

Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away 
And  tread  his  gospel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord,  who  sits  above  the  skies, 
Derides  their  rage  below; 

He  speaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  strikes  their  spirits  through. 

3  "I  call  Him  my  eternal  Son, 
And  raise  Him  from  the  dead  ; 
I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
And  wide  his  kingdom  spread." 

4  Be  wise,  ye  Rulers  of  the  earth. 
Obey  th'  anointed  Lord  ; 
Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth. 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

5  With  humble  love  address  his  throne, 
For,  if  He  frown,  ye  die  ; — 

Those  are  secure,  and  those  alone. 

Who  on  his  grace  rely.  watts. 

Third  Versiox. — Is.  Palmer.   Rutland. 
Vain  Resistance  to  Christ, 
1  LO,  what  tumult  rises  high! 
Why  do  foolish  nations  rage? 
Why  do  kings  God's  wrath  defy  ? 
Vain  the  contest,  which  thev  wage : — 
mf      "Quick  his  bands  w^e'U  break,"  they  say, 
"Quick  his  fetters  cast  away!  " 

—  2  God  doth  smile,  as  He  looks  down; 

God  their  projects  doth  deride: 

Soon  their  forces  are  o'erthrown, 

By  his  wrath  they're  scatter'd  wide : — 
mf      "Lo,  my  King  a  crown  doth  wear 

On  my  hill  of  Zion  fair!  " 
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6  PSALM  2. 

—  3  '^  This  is  my  divine  decree: — 

Thee,  my  Son,  at  my  right  hand 
I  have  pUic'd  in  majesty! 
Ask  of  Me;  at  my  connnand 
Thou  shalt  have  for  heritage 
All  earth's  tribes  from  age  to  age !  " 

4  Kings  below  !  submit,  be  wise  ; — 
Judges  of  the  earth  !  attend  ;— 
Him,  who  came  down  from  the  skies, 
Rev'rence  now  ;  before  Him  bend  ; 
p         Lest  He  soon  his  wrath  display. 

And  ye  perish  from  the  way !  all  en. 

Fourth  Version. — 8  <Sr  4.   Palestine. 
Chrisfs  universal  Kingdoin. 

1  UPRAIS'D  on  Zion's  holy  hill, 
Jesus  is  high  enthroned  in  light  ; 
His  Kingdom  all  the  earth  shall  fill. 

His  beams  on  heathen  lands  shine  bright, 
From  Mercy's  throne. 

2  Be  wise  now,  therefore,  O  ye  Kings! 
Be  warn'd,  ye  Judges  of  the  earth! 
To  God  present  pure  offerings. 
Extol  his  name  with  rev'rent  mirth. 

With  songs  bow  down. 

3  The  Gospel  of  his  Son  obey, 
Lest  soon  his  flaming  wrath  arise, 

p         And  so  ye  perish  from  the  way. 
And  lose  the  honors  of  the  wise, — 

A  heav'nly  Crown  !         allen. 

Fifth  Version. — H.M.  Mandell.   Stow. 

Jesus  the  King  of  Zion. 
1  ON  Zion's  holy  hill 

Jesus  now  reigneth  King  ; 

<  His  truth  the  earth  shairfill, 

<  His  praise  through  earth  shall  ring  ; 
—       For  such  is  God's  unchang'd  decree, 

And  what  He  says  will  surely  be ! 

5  Why  then  do  foes  combine 
His  rightful  bands  to  burst? 
Though  Kings  and  Judges  join, 
These  foes  shall  die  accurst  ; — 


PSALM  3.  7 

The  Lord  their  vain  designs  controls, 
And  in  his  wrath  will  vex  their  souls. 

p     3  Be  wise,  ye  high  and  low. 

And  serve  the  Lord  with  fear; 

Humbly  to  Jesus  bow, 

While  mercy's  call  ye  hear  ; — 
mf      Blest  are  the  men,  in  Him  who  trust, 

A  crown  awaits  them  with  the  just!  allen. 


3.     First  Versiox.— L.  M.    St.  Pauls.  Alfreton, 
A  Morning  Psalm. 
1   O  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 
In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood? 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose. 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

p     2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day. 
To  Thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry : 
Thou  heard'st,  when  I  began  to  pray. 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

—  3  Supported  by  thy  heav'nly  aid, 

I  slept,  defended  by  thy  pow'r  ; 

Not  death  shall  make  my  heart  afraid, 
>        Though  I  should  wake  and  rise  no  more. 

mf  4  But  God  sustained  me  all  the  night : 

<        Salvation  doth  to  God  belong: 

f         He  rais'd  my  head  to  see  the  light. 

And  make  his  praise  my  morning  song,    watts. 

Second  Version. —  L.  M.   Medicay.  JVazareth. 
God  our  Defence. 
mp  1  HOW  wide  the  torrent  of  my  woes? 

How  bold  and  num'rous.  Lord,  my  foes? 
With  taunting,  impious  words  they  say, 
''  'Tis  vain  to  hope  in  God  and  pray." 

mf  2  Yet  art  Thou  my  secure  defence, 

My  Shield,  and  Rock,  and  Confidence: — 

P         I  sought  Thee  in  my  sore  distress, 

x\nd  Thou  didst  hear,  and  love,  and  bless. 

—  3  I  laid  me  down  in  peril's  path. 

Nor  fear'd  my  foes'  revengeful  wrath  ; 


PSALM  4. 

In  peace  I  slept,  and  morning's  liorht 
Prov'd  thy  sustaining  hand  by  night. 

4  Though  thousands,  then,  in  thick  array 
Shall  press  me,  'twill  not  bring  dismay  ; 
Thou  wilt  appear  my  Savior  God, 
And  scatter  all  mv  foes  abroad!  allen. 


4,   First  Versiox. — C.  M.    Corinth.    Woodstock. 
An  Evening  Psalm. 
aff  1  LORD,  Thou  wilt  hear  me,  when  I  pray, 
Thy  face  on  me  shall  shine, 
I  fear  before  Thee  all  the  day, 
<        I  am  forever  thine  ! 

p     2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  business  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
AVith  my  own  heart  and  Thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice: 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 
mf      Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

<:    4  My  peaceful  thoughts  to  Thee  I  raise, 
>        Then  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
mf      Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 

And  will  my  slumbers  keep.  watts. 

Second  Version'. — 6s.      Chaplin. 

[Repeat  the  first  2  lines  of  the  tune.  ] 
God  oxir  Portion. 
1  MANY  there  be,  that  say, 
*'Who  yet  will  show  us  good?  " 
Talking  like  this  world's  brood  ; 
But,  Lord,  thus  let  me  pray, 
mf       ''  On  us  lift  up  the  light 

Of  thy  blest  count'nance  bright!  " 

—  -2  Into  my  heart  more  joy 

And  gladness  hast  Thou  put. 
Than  when  a  year  of  glut 
Their  stores  doth  over-cloy. 
And  from  their  plenteous  grounds 
Their  corn  and  wine  abounds. 


PSALM  4,  5. 

3  In  peace  at  once  will  I 

Both  lay  me  down  and  sleep, 
For  Thou  alone  dost  keep 
Me  safe,  where'er  I  lie  ; 
mf        As  in  a  rocky  cell 

Thou  mak'st  me  sai'ely  dwell.  milton. 

Third  Versiox.— S.  P.  31.  Dahton. 
God  a  Refuge. 
Aff    1   OH,  hear  me  in  distress, 
God  of  my  righteousness, 
And  give  enlargement  from  my  grief; 
My  erring  ways  I  mourn, — 
In  thy  great  mercy  turn. 
And  cheer  me  with  the  glad  relief. 

2  Ye  Sinners,  meditate 
On  your  sad,  ruin'd  state 

In  silence  on  your  midnight-bed  ; 

And,  as  ye  stand  in  awe 

Of  God's  most  holy  law. 

Oh,  seek  His  grace,  who  for  you  bled  ! 

3  While  many  say  with  fear, 
'•Our  darkness  who  can  cheer. 

And  plenteous,  earthly  good  bestow?" — 
mf         Say  ye,  '-'Give  us  the  light. 

Lord,  of  thy  face  most  tjright, 
<.         Then  we  the  bliss  of  heav'n  shall  know !  " 

ALLEN. 


5.     First  Versiox. — L.  M.  ^ledicay.  ^Xazareth. 
Prayer  to  God. 

Aff    1   LORD,  hearken  to  my  mournful  cry, 
And  let  thy  saving  power  be  nigh  ; 
With  every  morning's  light  1*11  bring 
My  pray'r  to  Thee,  my  God  and  King. 

2  Thy  temple  w-i\\  I  rev'rent  seek. 
And  bow  in  worship  with  the  meek, 
Pleading  the  wonders  of  thy  love. 
And  asking  mercies  from  above. 

—     3  Never  shall  evil  dwell  with  Thee, 

And  from  thy  presence  sinners  fiee  ; 


10  PSALM  5. 

But,  though  the  wicked  Thou  destroy, 
<        Let  good  men  ever  shout  for  joy. 

—  4  On  righteous  men,  whom  Thou  dost  know, 
mf       Salvation,  Lord,  wilt  Thou  bestow. 
To  them  thy  grace  wilt  freely  yield. 
And  compass  them  as  with  a  shield,     allen. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Dedham,  Downs. 
For  the  Lord^s  Day  Morning. 

1  LORD,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 

To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye: — 

2  Up  to  the  hills,  where  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints. 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

mp  3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

mf  4  But  to  tby  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

mp  5  My  feet  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide 
In  righteous,  holy  w^ays. 
That  from  thy  paths  I  ne'er  may  slide, 
Nor  sink  in  dread  amaze. 

mf  6  The  men,  who  love  and  fear  Thee,  Lord,' 
Shall  see  thy  face  reveal'd. 
Protected  by  thy  mighty  w^ord, 
As  compass'd  with  a  shield.  watts. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  St.  Anns,  London, 
Worship  of  God. 

1  JEHOVAH,  to  my  words  give  ear, 
My  meditation  weigh  ; — 
My  King,  my  God,  my  voice  0  hear, 
For  I  to  Thee  will  pray. 


PSALM  5,  6.  11 

2  Thou  in  the  morn  my  voice  shalt  hear; 
Lord,  in  the  morning  I 

Will  unto  Thee  direct  my  prayer. 
And  will  look  up  on  high. 

3  For  thou  art  not  a  God,  that  will 
In  wickedness  delight, 

Nor  shall  with  Thee  dwell  any  ill, 
Nor  fools  stand  in  thy  sight. 

4  But  I  will  to  thy  house  draw  near 
In  thine  abundant  grace  ; 

And  I  will  worship  in  thy  fear 
Towards  thy  Holy  Place. 

N.  England  psalms. 

Fourth  Versig.x. — Is.  Kimball.  .Yuremburg, 
Pleading  with  God, 
p     1  HEAR  me,  O  my  God,  most  high, 
Hearken  to  my  humble  cr}^, — 
Cry  with  every  morning's  light 
From  a  suppliant  in  thy  sight. 

—  2  Evil  shall  not  dwell  with  Thee  ; 
Sinners  from  thy  face  shall  flee  ; 
Men  of  falsehood  and  of  blood 
Shall  be  swept  with  vengeful  flood. 

p     3  I  thy  holy  temple  seek 

With  the  humble  and  the  meek  ; 
Grant  thy  favor,  Lord,  and  bless, 
Lead  me  in  thy  righteousness. 

f     4  Let  thy  serv  ants  lift  their  voice, 
In  Thee  let  them  all  rejoice  ; 
Let  them  grateful  praises  yield. 
Thou  art  their  defence  and  shield.         allen. 


6.     First  Ver. — L.  M.  Sunderland.  Randolph. 
Prayer  in  Sorrow  and  Sickness  heard. 
Aff  1  THOUGH  I  deserve  thy  chast'ning  rod. 
Rebuke  me  not  in  wrath,  0  God! 
Have  pity  on  my  guilty  soul, 
And  all  my  grief  and  fears  control. 

2  Bring  me  not  down  unto  the  grave, 
But  let  thy  pard'ning  mercy  save, 


12  PSALM  6,  7. 

For  who,  that  in  the  grave  shall  sleep. 
Thy  name  can  praise,  thy  statutes  keep? 

3  Mine  eye  grows  dim  and  fails  with  grief. 
In  vain  I  seek  the  wish'd  relief ; 
With  bitter  tears  my  sin  I  mourn, 
Return,  O  gracious  God,  return ! 

f    4  The  Lord  doth  hear  me  in  his  love, 
And  sends  salvation  from  above  ; 
I've  gain'd  the  vict'ry  o'er  the  foe. 
And  joy  and  praise  succeed  to  wo  !        allen. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.     Grafton.  Patmos, 
Earnest  Supplication. 
Aff  1  O  LORD,  rebuke  me  not  in  wTath, 
Nor  sorely  chasten  me  ! 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  for  in  my  path 
I  walk  in  fear  of  Thee  ! 
2  And  Thou,  Jehovah,  O  how  long? — 
O,  give  me  light  once  more  ; 
For  in  the  grave  they  sing  no  song 
In  praise  of  mercy's  power. 

2  With  tears  and  groaning,  Lord,  I  pray  j 
I  make  my  bed  to  swim  ; 
Mine  eye  with  sorrow  wastes  away, 
On  foes  it  looks  forth  dim. 

f     4  Ye  workers  of  iniquity. 

Depart ! — God  hears  my  voice, 

And,  while  my  foes  confounded  flee. 

My  soul  shall  e'er  rejoice !  allen. 


First  Ver. — L.  M.    Hebron.    Duke  Street. 
God  the  Protector  of  the  Righteous. 

1  IN  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  put  my  trust, 
In  Thee  most  holy,  good  and  just  ; — 
Defend  me  from  malignant  foe. 
And  let  me  thy  salvation  know. 

2  Though  num'rous  sins  thine  eyes  may  see, 
In  this  I'm  innocent  with  Thee  ; — 
Then  turn  away  the  threat'ning  sword. 
And  vindicate  thy  servant.  Lord. 


PSALM  7,  8.  13 

3  Forever,  Lord,  maintain  the  right, 
And  let  thy  justice  shine  forth  bright ; — 
'         So  shall  thy  people  give  Thee  praise, 

And  monuments  of  honor  raise.  allen. 

Second  Versio]^. — S.  P.  M.  Dalston.  Peters. 
The  Wicked  punished. 

1  THE  anger  of  the  Lord, 

Like  outstretched,  gleaming  sword, 

Should  strike  the  wicked  with  dismay  ; 

The  Lord  hath  bent  his  bow, 

His  arrows  swift  will  go, 

And  madden 'd  persecutors  slay. 

2  How  oft  the  ver}-  ill, 
Design'd  by  sinner's  will. 

Has  fallen  down  on  his  o\\ti  head? 

How  often  have  his  feet, — 

A  retribution  meet, — 

Been  caught  in  net,  for  others  spread? 

3  Believe,  that  God  is  just. 
In  his  sure  promise  trust. 

Nor  fear  the  face  of  wicked  foe  ; 

Give  praise  to  God  most  high. 

Who  reigneth  in  the  sky. 

And  rules  in  riofhteousness  below !         alle>'. 


B.     First  Version. — L.  INL  Brewer.    Tirnsbury. 
Children  praising  God. 
1  ALMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies. 

Through  the  wide  earth  is  spread  thy  name  • 
mf      And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns,  thy  hands  did  frame, 

—  2  To  Thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

A  monument  of  honor  raise  ; 

And  babes,  with  uninstructed  tongue, 
mf      Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

3  Thy  pow'r  assists  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground. 
To  still  the  bold  blasphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 
2 


14  PSALM  8. 

4  Children  amidst  thy  temple  throng, 
To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face  5 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  song, 
f         And  young  hosannas  fill  the  place.         watts. 

Second  Version.— L.  M.  Duke  street.  Mfreton. 
Adam  and  Christ  ;  Old  and  new  Creation. 
1  LORD,  what  was  man,  when  made  of  clay. 
That  beasts  and  birds  should  him  obey? 
That  Thou  shouldst  set  him,  by  thy  grace. 
But  just  below  an  angel's  place? 

mf  2  But  0,  what  brighter  glories  w^ait 
To  crown  the  second  Adam's  state  ? 
What  honors  shall  thy  Son  adorn. 
Who  condescended  to  be  born? 

>  3  See  Him  below  his  angels  made? 

>  See  Him  in  dust  a  victim  laid ! 
f         But  soon  He  rises  up  again. 

On  high  with  power  divine  to  reign, 

mf  4  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries,  that  attend  the  fall. 
New  made,  and  glorious,  shall  submit 
At  our  exalted  Savior's  feet.  watts. 

Third  Version. — L.  M.     Walton.     Winchester. 
God's  Condescension  to  Man. 

1  WHEN  heav'n's  wide  arch  attracts  my  sight, 
The  wondrous  work,  thy  fingers  wrought, 
The  silver  moon,  and  stars  of  light 

In  depths  of  space  beyond  all  thought, 

2  O'erwhelm'd  with  vastness,  I  exclaim, — 
''Lord,  what  is  man,  whom  Thou  dost  bless? 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  he  should  claim 
Thy  watchful  care  and  tenderness? 

3  With  glory  hast  Thou  crown'd  his  head, 
And  made  him  lord  of  all  below  ; — 

The  master's  eye  strikes  brutes  with  dread. 
And  all  their  king  and  master  know." 

4  Then,  while  he  praises  thy  great  name, 
Let  him  a  mild  dominion  wield, 

And  learn,  while  he  respects  thy  claim, 

The  rev'rence,  he  exacts,  to  yield.         allen. 


PSALM  8.  15 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.    St.  Martins.   JVeivton. 
ChriaVs  Condescension. 

1  O  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ? 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon,  that  rules  the  night. 
And  stars,  that  well  adorn  the  sky, 
Those  moving  worlds  of  light ; 

p     3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 
Who  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  Thou  should'st  visit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  so.'' — 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  should  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are. 
To  save  a  dying  worm? 

5  The  lesser  glories  of  thy  Son 
Shone  through  the  fleshy  cloud  ; — 

mf      Now  we  behold  Him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confess  Him  God. 

6  Let  Him  be  crown'd  with  majesty. 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 
And  be  his  honors  sounded  high 
By  all  things,  that  have  breath. 

f     7  Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name? 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  state 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim!  watts. 

Fifth  Version. — S.  M.    Dover.  Bender. 
GocVs  Love  to  Man. 
mf  1  0  LORD,  our  King,  most  dread! 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  shine. 
2  When  to  thy  works  most  bright 
I  raise  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies ; — 


16  PSALM  8,  9. 

3  The  stars  when  I  survey, 
And  all  their  shining  forms  ; 

p         Lord,  what  is  man,  the  child  of  clay. 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  before  thy  face 
Is  man  of  humble  birth? — 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  his  place, 
mf      The  master  of  the  earth ! 

5  Thine  honors  crown  his  head. 
While  beasts,  like  slaves,  obey. 

And  birds,  with  swiftest  wings  outspread, 
And  fish  that  cleave  the  sea. — 

6  Thy  bounties  we  proclaim  5 
How  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ? 

Of  dust  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise.  watts. 

Sixth  Version. — 7 5.   Southampton.     Kimball. 
Christ  humbled  and  exalted. 

1  JESUS,  Lord,  how  excellent 

Is  thy  name  through  earth's  extent  .'* 
And  how  wondrously  on  high 
Beams  thy  glory  on  the  eye .'' 

2  When  the  arch  of  azure  hue, 
Fill'd  with  worlds  of  light,  I  view, — 
Silver  moon,  and  glimm'ring  star, 
Twinkling  from  its  depths  afar; 

mp  3  What  is  man,  0  Lord,  that  Thou 
Should'st  his  form  assume  below? — 

p  It  was  mercy  brought  Thee  down 
From  the  glories  of  thy  throne ! 

4  Breaking  from  thy  rock-hewn  tomb, 
<:       Thou  didst  rise  to  heav'n,  thy  home  ; 
f         Now  with  honor  art  Thou  crown'd. 

And  the  earth  thy  praise  shall  sound !         allen. 


9.     First  Version. — L.  M.  Danvers.    Uxbridge. 
God  a  Judge  and  a  Refuge. 
f     1  WITH  my  whole  heart  thy  praise  I'll  sing, 
And  show  thy  wondrous  works,  my  King ! 


PSALM  9.  17 

In  Thee  will  I  rejoice;  Most  High  ! 
And  celebrate  thy  Majesty. 
2  0  Thou,  whose  throne  is  tix'd  in  light. 
Thou  hast  maintain'd  my  cause  and  right  ; 
But  all  the  wicked  Thou  wilt  slay  ; 
>-       E'en  their  memorial  sinks  away. 

—  3  Thou,  Lord,  forever  ^^ilt  endure, 

Thy  law  is  just,  thy  judgments  sure  : 
Thy  justice  shall  the  world  confess, 
Whenjudg'd  by  Thee  in  righteousness, 
p     4  Thou  art  a  refuge  for  th'  oppress'd, 

Thy  love  in  troul)le  makes  them  blest  ; 

—  Therefore  shall  they,  who  know  thy  grace, 
Confide  in  Thee,  and  seek  thy  face. 

f     5  Then  praises  to  your  God  and  King, 
Ye  saints,  with  gladsome  voices  sing; 
His  works  of  mercy  ceaseless  tell  ; 
In  Zion  He  delights  to  dwell.  allex. 

Second  Versiox. — C.  3L  Lutzen.  Marlow. 
God  the  Confidence  of  the  Righteous. 
mf  1  WITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song, 
Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou  sovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  my  foes  to  shame T 

2  Thee,  glorious  God,  I'll  praise  and  bless! 
Thou  dost  prepare  thy  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  ri:^hteousness, 
And  make  thy  vengeance  known. 

—  3  Thou,  Lord,  wilt  safest  refuge  prove 

For  all,  who  are  oppress 'd. 
To  guard  the  people  of  thy  love, 
>        And  give  the  weary  rest. 

—  4  The  men,  who  know  thy  name,  will  trust 

In  thy  abundant  grace, 

For  Thou  didst  ne'er  lorsake  the  just, 

Who  humbly  sought  thy  face. 

mf  5  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  on  Zion^s  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word. 
And  doth  his  srace  fulfil.       ^  ^vatts. 


18  PSALM  9,   10. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.    Downs,  Patmos. 
The  Equity  of  Providence. 

1  WHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just. 
Shall  once  inquire  for  blood. 

The  humble  souls,  who  mourn  in  dust. 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raise: 

f         In  Zion's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath. 
They  sing  their  Father's  praise. 

—  3  By  thy  just  judgments,  mighty  God, 
Are  thy  deep  counsels  known  ; 
When  men  of  mischief  are  destroyed. 
The  snare  must  be  their  own. 

4  Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  seat, 
To  judge  and  save  the  poor  ; 

mf      Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 

5  Thy  thunder  shall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 

Make  them  confess,  that  Thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men.  watts. 


10.    First  Yer. — L.  M.  Old  Hundred,  Hamburg. 
God  the  Reprover  of  the  impioics. 

1  0,  LORD,  why  standest  Thou  afar. 
When  ragins:  foes  urge  on  their  war, 
And  impious  men,  in  swelling  pride, 
Thy  pow'r  and  providence  deride  } 

2  Blind  to  thy  glories,  spread  abroad, 
Have  they  not  said,  ''there  is  no  God  ?" 
Then,  Lord,  stretch  out  th}^  mighty  hand  ; 
Let  them  thy  judgments  understand. 

3  Arise !  O,  Lord,  our  God,  arise ! 

And  hear  thy  mourning  servants'  cries  ; 
Let  wicked  men  oppress  no  more. 
And  shield  the  fatherless  and  poor. 

f     4  O,  God,  most  High,  th'  eternal  King, 
Thy  promis'd  works  of  grace  we  sing, 


PSALM  10.  19 

For  idol  gods  shall  bow  their  head, 

And  through  the  world  thy  gospel  spread  ! 

ALLEN. 

Second  Version. — CM.  JVottingham,  Colchester, 

God  the  Defence  of  the  Righteous^ 

1  LORD,  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 
Thy  justice  and  thy  power  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride. 
And  still  thy  saints  devour? 

mf  2  Arise,  0,  Lord  ;  lift  up  thy  hand, 

>  Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

—       No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand, 
When  God  ascends  on  high. 

3  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  cause  thine  ear  to  hear, — 
Hearken  to  what  th}-  children  say. 
And  put  the  world  in  fear. 

mf  4  Proud  tyrants  shall  no  more  oppress, 
No  more  despise  the  just  ; 
And  mighty  sinners  shall  confess, 

>  They  are  but  earth  and  dust.         watts. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.  Olmiitz.    Watchman. 
God  the  Avenger. 

1  THY  face  why  dost  Thou  hide, 
When  troubles  throng  around, 
And  men  of  wickedness  and  pride 
The  poor  cast  to  the  ground  f 

2  Like  lion  from  his  den. 
They  lie  in  wait  each  day. 

Then  sprins"  upon  incautious  men, 
And  make  the  wretch  their  prey. 

3  Thev  say  with  taunts  and  flings  ; 
^'God's  eye  doth  not  behold  ; 

His  justice  no  avengement  brings: 
We'll  sin  with  purpose  bold  !*' — 

4  Sees  not  thy  searching  eye. 
And  wilt  Thou  not  requite? 

Then  strike  the  wicked  from  on  high, 
And  drive  them  from  thv  sisrht. 


20  PSALM  11. 

mp    5  Thou  hear'st  the  humble  pray'r. 

And  none  seek  Thee  in  vain  ; 

The  fatherless  shall  be  thy  care, 
mf      And  justice  ever  reign  !  allen. 

11.   First  Vers.— L.  M.  Brentford.  Alfreton, 
Condition  of  the  Righteous  and  Wicked. 
1  MY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love : 
Why  do  my  foes  insult  and  cry, 
"Fly  like  a  tim'rous,  trembling  dove, 
To  distant  woods  or  mountains  fly?" 
mf  2  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne. 
His  eye  surveys  the  world  below : 
To  Him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
To  Him  all  sinful  power  must  bow. 

—  3  If  to  his  saints  He  seem  severe. 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace  ; 
What  must  the  bold  transgressors  fear  ? 
His  very  soul  abhors  their  ways. 

4  On  impious  wretches  He  shall  rain 
Tempests  of  brimstone,  fire,  and  death! 
Such,  as  He  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom  with  his  angry  breath. 

5  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls. 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere. 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men,  who  his  own  image  bear.        watts. 

Second  A'^ersiox. — S.  M.  Dover.  Olmutz, 
God  the  Righteous  Judge. 

1  THE  wicked  bend  their  bow. 
With  arrow  on  the  strinof; 

Yet,  Lord,  my  trust  in  Thee,  I  know, 
Shall  never  sorrow  bring. 

2  Thy  throne  is  plac'd  on  high. 
But  earth  is  in  thy  view. 

And,  while  thy  servants  Thou  dost  try. 
Bold  sinners  meet  their  due. 

3  As  Sodom  by  the  fire 

And  storm  sunk  with  the  dead; 
So  shall  the  tempest  of  thine  ire 
>•        Sweep  foes  to  ruin  dread. 


PSALM   11,   12.  21 

—  4  But  Thou,  O  Lord,  on  high 

Dost  love  thy  .servants  well, 
f         And  Thou  wilt  lift  them  to  the  sky. 

With  Thee  fore'er  to  dwell !  alle?^. 

Third  Version. — 75.  JWiremburs;.  Kimball. 
God  the  defence  of  the  Righteous. 

1  IN  the  Lord  I  put  my  trust, 
God  Almighty  and  most  just: 
Why  then  bid  me  take  my  flight. 
Like  a  bird  to  mountain's  height.'* 

2  Lo,  the  wicked  bend  their  bow. 

Aiming  good  men  to  bring  low; 
Yet  the  Lord,  enthroned  on  high, 
Sees,  and  to  his  saints  is  nigh. 

3  On  the  wicked  He  shall  rain 
Fire  and  brimstone  downi  again; 
For  the  wicked  He  doth  hate. 
And  their  pride  he  will  abate. 

mf  4  On  the  righteous  He  will  send 
Joys  and  glories  without  end; 
He  will  bless  them  with  his  love. 
Measureless  like  heav'n  above  !  allen. 


12.     First  Version. — l^.lSl.  Hebron.    Seasons. 
God^s  help  in  evil  Times. 

1  HELP,  Lord  ;  the  godly  man  has  fled, 
The  faithful  no  where  can  be  found, 
Mildew  from  every  lip  is  shed, 

And  truth  is  fallen  to  the  ground. 

2  The  scomer  proud  things  dares  to  speak, 
Dishonoring  thy  glorious  name: — 

He  asks, — •■Shall  God  regard  the  meek? 
Can  God  on  high  man's  rev'rence  claim  .^" 

3  To  vindicate  thy  suflPring  poor, 
f         0  Lord,  in  majesty  arise  ; 

Let  selflshness  oppress  no  more, — 
Abase  the  pride,  which  Thee  defies. 

Afi'4  Thy  words  are  sweet  unto  my  taste: 
They  shine  in  purity  of  light ; 


22  PSALM  12,   13. 

Not  silver,  through  the  furnace  past, 

Appears  with  beams  so  pure  and  bright,  allen. 

Second  Versiox. — C.  M.     Grafton.  Burford, 
General  Corruption  of  Manners. 

1  HELP,  Lord!  for  men  of  virtue  fail. 

Religion  loses  ground  ; 

The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 
Yet  act  the  flatterer's  part  ; 

With  fair,  deceitful  lips  they  speak. 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  Scoffers  appear  on  every  side. 
Where  a  vile  race  of  men 

Are  rais'd  to  seats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bear  the  sword  in  vain. 

4  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound. 
And  blasphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 

5  Is  not  thy  chariot  hast'ning  on  ? 
Hast  Thou  not  giv'n  the  sign? 
May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 
A  promise  so  divine  ? 

mf  6  Thy  word,  like  silver  ser'n  times  tried. 
Through  ages  shall  endure  ; 
The  men,  who  in  thy  truth  confide. 
Shall  find  thy  promise  sure.  watts. 


13.     First  Versiox. — L.  M.  Mediuay.  Ramoth. 

Hope  in  Darkness. 
p     1  HOW  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain, 
Like  one,  who  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ^ 
Canst  Thou  thy  face  forever  hide, 
And  I  still  pray  and  be  denied.^ 

2  Shall  I  forever  be  forgot. 

As  one,  whom  Thou  regardest  not? 
Still  shall  my  soul  thine  absence  mourn, 
And  still  despair  of  thv  return  ? 


PSALM  13.  23 

3  How  long  shall  my  poor,  troubled  breast 
Be  with  these  anxious  thoughts  oppress'd? 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe. 

Rejoice  to  see  me  sink  so  low? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief. 
Before  my  death  conclude  my  grief; 
If  Thou  withhold  thy  heav'uly  light, 

I  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

5  How  will  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  boast, 
If  but  one  praying  soul  be  lost? 

But  I  have  trusted  in  thy  grace. 
And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  What'er  my  fears  or  foes  suggest, 

f         Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest: 

My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love,  and  raise 

My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise,     watts. 

Secoxd  Versiox. — C.  M.  Dundee.  Patmos. 

Prayer  in  Temptation. 

p     1  HOW  long  wilt  Thou  conceal  thy  face? 
My  God,  how  long  delay? 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heav'nly  rays. 
That  chase  my  fears  away? 

2  How  long  shall  my  poor,  lab'ring  soul 
Wrestle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control. 
And  ease  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darkness  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts  ! 

He  spreads  a  mist  before  my  eyes. 
And  throws  his  Hery  darts. 

mf  4  Be  Thou  my  sun,  and  Thou  my  shield  ; 

My  soul  in  safety  keep  ; 

Make  haste,  before  mine  eyes  are  seal'd 
len      In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

mf  5  Thou  wUt  display  that  sov'reign  grace, 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  ; 
I  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 
And  vict'rv  ^hall  be  sunsrl  watts. 


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PSALM  13,   14. 


Third  Versiox. — C.  M.  Grafton.     Medfield. 
Pleading  with  God. 
Aff  1  0  LORD,  in  thy  regardless  ear 
How  long  shall  I  complain? 
Oh,  Avhen  wilt  Thou  in  mercy  hear, 
Nor  let  me  cry  in  vain  ? 

2  How  long  shall  I  perplex  my  soul. 
And  feel  oppressive  grief? 

Must  I  still  bear  my  foe's  control. 
And  idly  seek  relief? 

3  Oh,  must  I  longer,  longer  mourn, 
Burden'd  with  wo  and  fear? 
Return,  0  Lord,  in  love  return, 
And  thy  poor  servant  cheer. 

4  Hear,  0  my  God,  my  humble  cries, 
Restore  my  failing  breath. 

Oh,  lighten  up  these  heavy  eyes, 
>        And  save  from  sleep  of  death. 
mf  5  I  trust  thy  mercy  and  thy  love, 

O  Thou,  my  bounteous  King ! 
<;       Both  here  and  in  thy  courts  above 
f         I  will  rejoice  and  sing!  allen. 


l-l.     First  Versiox. — C.  M.  Grafton.    Patmos^ 
Man's  Depravity. 

1  FOOLS  in  their  hearts  believe,  and  cry, 
''  Religion  all  is  vain ! 

There  is  no  God,  who  reigns  on  high. 
Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men  !  " 

2  The  Lord  from  his  celestial  place 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man,  who  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 

3  By  nature  all  are  gone  astray. 
Their  practice  all  the  same: 

There's  none,  who  walks  in  God's  right  way,. 
There's  none,  who  loves  his  name. 

4  Their  tongues  are  used  to  speak  deceit, 
Their  slanders  never  cease  ; 

How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet, 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace? 


PSALM  14.  25 

5  Such  seeds  of  sin,  that  bitter  root. 
In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit. 
Till  grace  reiine  the  ground.  watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Dedham.  Broomsgrove, 
The  Folly  of  Persecutors. 

1  ARE  sinners  now  so  senseless  grown, 
That  they  the  saints  devour.? 

And  never  worship  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  power.'' 

2  Great  God!  appear  to  their  surprise, 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ; 

Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  despise, 
Nor  turn  our  hopes  to  shame. 

3  Dost  Thou  not   dwell  among  the  just.? 
And  3^et  our  foes  deride, 

That  w^e  should  make  thy  name  om'  trust: 
Great  God !  confound  their  pride ! 

mf  4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 

To  terminate  our  wrongs ! 
f         When  God  shall  bring  his  children  home, 

We'll  raise  our  endless  songs!  watts. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.    Bender,  Boxford. 
Universal  Depravity, 

1  FOOLS  in  their  hearts  have  said, 
*'There  is  no  God  on  high, 

No  mighty  Judge,  whom  we  should  dread, 
With  vengeance  in  his  eye !" 

2  The  Lord  from  heav'n  looked  down. 
To  see  his  offspring  here, 

If  any  his  pure  truth  had  known, 
Or  serv'd  their  God  with  fear. 

P     3  But  all  have  gone  aside. 

All  from  his  statutes  rove  ; 
None  in  the  ways  of  right  abide. 
None  seek  the  things  above. 

—  4  Have  ye  no  eyes  to  see. 

Nor  reason's  light  to  learn, 
3 


26 


PSALM  15. 


Ye  workers  of  iniquity, 

That  God's  fierce  wrath  will  burn? 
mf  5  Oj  that  from  Zion's  gate 

Salvation's  streams  might  flow! 
p         When  God  restores  our  captive  state, 
mf      Our  joys  Vv'ill  overflow!  allen. 


15. 


mt 


First  Yersiox. — L.  M.  Appleton,  Uxbridge, 
Character  of  the  Righteous. 

1  WHO  shall  ascend  thy  heav'nly  place, 
Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face? 
The  man,  who  minds  religion  now. 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  A\'hose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean, 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  things  they  mean  ; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  5 

He  hates  to  do  his  neiofhbor  w^roncj. 

3  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  stood. 
And  always  makes  his  promise  good  ; 
He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold. 

The  poor  oppress'd  his  hands  uphold. 

4  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 

For  those,  who  curse  him  to  his  face, — 
And  does  to  all  men  still  the  same. 
That  he  from  them  would  hope  or  claim. 

5  Yet,  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone: — 
This  is  the  man,  thy  face  shall  see. 

And  dwell  forever.^  Lord,  with  Thee  '       watts. 


Second  Versiox. — L.   M.    AppUtcn.    Hebron. 
Character  of  a  Citizen  of  Zion. 

1  WHO  shall  within  thv  house  abide? 
Who  in  thy  holy  hill  shall  dwell  ? 

t         He,  who  from  right  ne'er  turns  aside, 
Nor  fails  his  tongue  the  truth  to  tell: — 

2  Who  ne'er  backbites  nor  hurts  the  fame, 
The  good  name,  which  his  neighbor  bears> 
Nor  e'er  withstands  his  lawful  claim. 
Nor  aught  of  his  estate  impairs : — 


PSALM   15.  2? 

3  Who  looks  with  keen,  indignant  eye 
On  vileness,  though  in  pomp  display'd. 
But  honors  virtuous  poverty. 
And  all  in  holiness  array 'd: — 

—  4  The  man,  who  thus  is  seen  upright. 
Shall  be  of  God,  his  Maker,  lovM, 

mf       His  home  shall  be  in  heav'nly  light. 

When  earth's  foundations  are  remov'd.     allen. 

Third   Vers. — C.  M.    St. Martins.  JVottingham. 

The  Heir  of  Heaven. 

1  WHO  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
O  God  of  holiness? 

Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell. 
Where  saints  his  name  confess? 

2  The  man,  who  walks  in  pious  ways. 
And  works  with  pious  hands  ; 
Who  on  his  Maker's  promise  stays. 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  speaks  the  thing,  his  heart  conceives, 
Nor  slanders  with  his  tongue  ; 

An  ill  report  he  scarce  believes, 
Nor  does  his  neighbor  wrong. 

4  No  wealthy  sinner  he  reveres; 
Loves  all,  who  fear  the  Lord  -, 

And,  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  swears. 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  a  golden  bribe  repel. 
And  never  gripe  the  poor: 

mf        This  man  with  God  on  earth  shall  dwell, 

And  find  his  heav'n  secure.  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — 75.  JVuremburg.  Turin. 
The  Man  approved  of  God. 
[Repeat  the  first  2  lines  of  the  tune  N.] 
1  WHO  shall  dwell,  O  Lord,  with  Thee, 
In  thy  high  pavilion  bright  ? 
He,  whose  hands  from  stains  are  free; 
He,  who  walks  in  ways  upright; 
Speaking  truth  with  kindly  fongue. 
Never  charg'd  with  shameful  wrong : — 


PSALM  16. 


mf 


mf 


16. 


2  In  whose  eyes  the  vile  are  mean, 
Though  array'd  in  golden  dust. 
But  to  whom  all  fair  and  sheen 
Seem  the  humblest  of  the  just, — 
All  the  men  in  virtue's  guise, 
Denizens  of  yonder  skies: — 

3  Who  from  promise  ne'er  is  bent. 
Scorning  bribes  of  yellow  gold  ; 
Guardian  of  the  innocent," 

Of  oppress'd  men  patron  bold; — 
He,  who  thus  abides  in  love. 
Surely   has  a  home  above ! 


First Ver. — L.  M.  Rockingham,    Hebron. 
Good  icorks.      The  Love  of  the  Good. 
PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need  ; 
For  succor  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  Thee. 

p     2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confess'd, 
How  poor  my  soul,  how  weak  my  frame  ; 

—       My  praise  can  never  make  Thee  blest, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  prolit  by  the  good  I  do  ; 

These  are  the  company,  I  keep. 
These  are  the  choicest  friends,  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth, 
To  give  a  relish  to  their  wine  ; 

mf       I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth. 

Whose  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

WATTS. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  St.  Pauls.  Famsworth. 
*Hope  of  the  Resurrection. 

1  WHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong  ; 
His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  ; 

mf      Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
p         My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head. 
Yet,  gracious  Lord,  Thou  wilt  not  leave 


PSALM  16.  29 

My  body  always  with  the  dead, 
Nor  of  glad  hope  my  soul  bereave. 

mf  3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high  ; 
Then  shalt  Thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow  ; 
And  full  discov'ries  of  thy  grace, 
Which  we  but  tasted  here  below. 
Spread  purest  joys  through  all  the  place. 

AVATTS. 

Third  Versiox. — C.  31.  .Xichols.   JVesfford. 
SupjJoJ't  Q7id  Counsel  from  God. 

1  LET  heathens  to  their  idols  haste. 
And  worship  wood  or  stone, 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  cast, 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

2  His  hand  provides  my  constant  food, 
He  fills  my  daily  cup  ; 

Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  present  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

mf  3  ''God  is  my  joy  and  hope,"  I  say  ; 

''His  counsels  are  my  light  ; 
—       He  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  da}', 

And  gentle  hints  by  night!" 

4  My  soul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-seeing  eye  ; 
mf       Not  death,  nor  hell  my  hope  shall  move. 

While  such  a  friend  is  nigh.  watts. 

Fourth    Versiox. — C.  ISl.  Dundee.    Colchester. 
Resurrection  of  Christ. 
1   "MY  spirit,  Lord,  Thou  wilt  not  leave 
In  dark  abyss  to  dwell  ; 
Thy  word  all  quick'ning  I  believe. 
And  trust  thy  promise  well. 

'2  "The  path  of  life  Thou  hast  reveal'd 
That  leads  me  to  thy  throne  ; 
f         Thy  courts  immortal  pleasure  yield, 
Thv  presence  jovs  unknown.'* 
3* 


30  PSALM  16. 

—  3  Thus,  in  the  name  of  Christ;  the   Lord, 

The  holy  David  sunsr. 

And  Providence  fultils  the  word 

Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

p     4  Jesus,  whom  every  saint  adores, 

Was  crucified  and  slain : 
f         Behold,  the  tomb  its  prey  restores! 

Behold.  He  lives  again  ! 

—  5  ^Vhen  shall  my  feet  arise  and  stand 

On  heav-n's  eternal  height? 
f         There  sits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 

Array'd  in  glorious  light!  watts. 

Fifth  Versiox. — S.  31.  Dover.      Stoiiington. 

God  the  portion  of  the  Righteous. 
1   0  LORD,  I  trust  in  The^e  ! 

I  said, — --Thou  art  my  God!  " 

0.  let  thy  mercies  come  to  me. 

For  in  thy  paths  I've  trod. 

■2  Thy  House  shines  forth  most  bright  ; 
'Tis  dear  unto  my  heart  ; 
Thence,  where  is  all  my  pure  delight. 
My  feet  shall  ne'er  depart. 

3  Thoucfh  men  their  idols  serve. 
And  kindle  altar-liames, 
I  from  thy  worship  ne'er  will  swerve. 
Nor  will  I  speak  their  names  ! 

mf  4  Jehovah,  -^-ith  his  grace. 

Is  mine,  forever  mine  ! 
mp    My  lot  is  cast  in  pleasant  place. 

My  heritage  divine ! 

5  Heav'n's  path  Thou  wilt  me  show, 
Blessings  beyond  time's  power, 
mf      The  streams  of  good,  that  overflow. 

Pleasures  forevermore  !  allex. 

Sixth  Versiox. — T.s.     Edyfield.    Southarnpfon. 
The  Resurrection. 
1   GUARD  me,  for  in  Thee  I  trust. 
Lord,  most  holy,  good,  and  just  ; 


PSALM   17.  31 

Thou,  on  earth  my  refuge  nigh, 
mf      Thou,  my  heritage  on  high! 

2  Hence  my  heart  all  gladness  feels, 
Oft  my  tongue  thy  grace  reveals, 

p         And  my  flesh  in  hope  shall  rest, 
—       Sure  to  dwell  with  all  the  blest ! 

3  Ne'er  did  He,  thy  Holy  One, 
Laid  in  tomb  with  sealed  stone. 
Feel  corruption's  mould'ring  breath  ; 

mf      But  He  burst  the  bonds  of  death! 

4  I  too,  Lord,  at  length  shall  rise, 
Flying  upward  to  tlie  skies ! 

f         Fullest  joy  Thou  wilt  restore. 

Pleasures  pure,  forevermore  !  allen. 


17.    First  Versio.x. — L.  i\L  Appleton.  Hingham. 
The  Sai?it's  Hope  :  or  the  Resurrection. 

1  LORD  I  am  thine,  but  Thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love; 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join. 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know  ; 

'Tis  all  they  seek;  they  take  their  shares, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 

Aff      Lord,  'tis  enough,  that  Thou  art  mine  ; 

I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
p  4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  ; 
mf      But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 

Hath  jo3's  substantial  and  sincere  ; 

"When  shall  I  wake,  and  find  me  there  ? 

f     5  0,  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul ! 

P  6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 

<  Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound, 

>  Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 

f  And  in  my  Savior's  image  rise.              watts. 


32 


PSALM    17. 


Secoxd  Versiox. — C.   ]\I.   Dedham.  Ferry. 
Confidence  in  God. 

1  ATTEND,   O  Lord,  unto  my  cry, 
L  nto  my  prayer  give  ear  ; 
Behold  me  with  impartial  eye, 
And  by  thy  sentence  clear. 

2  Thy  wondrous  loving  kindness  show, 
Thy  grace  and  love  to  me, 

O,  Thou,  who  dost  thy  servants  know, 
That  put  their  trust  in  Thee. 

f     3  When  the  last  trumpet  wakes  the  dead, 

Thy  face  shall  I  behold, 
p         L'prisins:  from  my  lowly  bed, 
f         To  taste  of  joys  untold !  allen. 

Third  Version. — S.  IM.  Boylston.    Olmutz. 

Portion  of  Saints  and  Sinners. 

1  ARISE,  my  gracious  God, 
And  make  the  wicked  fiee  ; 
They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod, 
To  drive  thy  saints  to  Thee. 

p     2  Behold,  the  sinner  dies  : — 

—  His  haughty  words  are  vain  ; 
Here,  in  this  life,  his  pleasure  lies, 

>       And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

—  3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boast  of  all  his  store  ; 
nif      The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  soul  can  wish  no  more ! 

4  I  shall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
Wash'd  in  my  Savior's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun, 
When  I  awake  from  death, 
Drest  in  the  likeness  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath.  wat' 


PSALM   18.  33 

]S,   First  Version'. — L.  ^\.  Brenfford.  AppUton. 
Rejoicing  in  God. 

1  JUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode  ; 
Who  is  a  God  beside  the  Lord? 

Or  Where's  a  refuge  like  our  God? 

2  'Tis  He,  who  girds  me  with  his  might. 
Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield, 
And,  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blessed  be  my  Rock, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives! 
The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  broke! 

P         vSweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

mf  4  Before  the  scoffers  of  the  age 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  micrhty   rage, 
But  meet  reproach  and  bear  the  shame. 

—  5  To  David  and  his  royal  seed 

Thy  grace  forever  shall  extend; 

Thy  love  to  saints,  in  Christ,  their  head. 

Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end.  watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.    Winchester.    Walton. 
God  the  Defence  of  his  Servants. 

1  WHEN  to  my  God  on  hii^h  I  cried. 

f         Then  shook  the  earth  and  trembled  wide; 
For  He  was  wroth,  and  blazing  fire 
Was  kindled  by  his  dreadful  ire. 

2  He  bowed  the  heav'ns,  and  He  came  down  ; 
Lender  his  feet  was  darkness  strown  : 

He  rode  upon  the  cherubins. 

He  flevv-  upon  the  wings  of  winds! 

3  Thick  darkness  did  his  throne  surround, 
Dark  clouds  pavilion'd    Him  around, 
He  thunder'd  in  the  heav'ns  on  high. 
His  lightnings  darted  through  the  sky! 

4  His  foes,  discomfited,  o'erthrown, 
Jehovah  by  his  might  is  kno^\Ti ! 
Blest  are  the  men,  who  trust  in  God, 

For  them  his  arm  is  stretch'd  abroad.       allen. 


34  PSALM  18. 

Third  Version. — L.  M.  Hebron.    Uxbridge, 
Deliverance  from  Despair. 

Aff  1  THEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  most  high, 
My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  sure  defence  ; 
On  thy  strong  arm  Avill  I  rely, 
For  I  have  found  salvation  thence. 

P     2  I  saw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 

With  endless  pains  and  sorrows  there, 
Which  none,  but  they,  who  feel,  can  tell, 
While  i  was  hurried  to  despair. 

3  In  grief  I  call'd  on  God  aloud, 

When  I  could  scarce  belicTe  Him  mine  ; 
To  my  complaints  his  ear  He  bow'd  ; 
<       Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

mf  4  At  his  rebuke  the  tem})ter  fled, — 
The  blast  of  his  almighty  breath; 
He  chas'd  away  my  fears  and  dread, 

>       And  drew  me  from  the  depths  of  death. 

f     5  My  song  forever  shall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour. 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power.         watts^ 

Fourth  Version. — L.  M.  Yale.  Mfreton. 
Sincerity :  God  impartial. 

1  LORD,  Thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 
Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear  ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws. 

And  Thou  hast  own'd  my  righteous  cause. 

2  What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest  ? 
What  wars  and  struggles  in  my  breast? 
But  through  thy  grace,  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  against  my  darling  sin. 

3  The  sin,  that  close  besets  me  still, 

That  works  and  strives  against  my  will, — 
mf      When  shall  thy  Spirit's  sov'reign  pow'r 
Destroy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more? 

—  4  With  an  impartial  hand  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward: 


PSALM   18.  35 

The  kind  and  faithful  soul  shall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 
5  The  just  and  pure  shall  ever  say, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  just,  than  they; 
And  men,  who  love  revenge,  shall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too.     watts. 

Fifth  Versiox. — C.  31.  JS^ottingham,  Stephens, 

God  gives  Victory. 
mf  1  WE  love  Thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  ; 
Now  is  thine  arm  reveaPd  ; 
Thou  art  our  strength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  shield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 
And  find  a  sure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke. 
And  di*aw  salvation  thence. 

f     3  When  God,  our  leader,  shines  in  arms, 
NVhat  mortal  heart  can  bear 
The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms. 
The  lightning  of  his  spear  ? 

mf  4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  w*ind, 
And  anofels  in  array 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind. 
And  swift  as  flames  obey. 

—  5  Oft  has  the  Lord  w-hole  nations  blest 
For  his  own  churches'  sake  ; 
The  pow'rs,  that  give  his  people  rest, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake.  watts. 

Sixth  Version. — C.  M.  A^ottijigham.    Tolland. 
The  Conqueror^s  Song. 
mf  1  TO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors.  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  strength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail. 
And  break  united  pow'rs. 
Or  burn  their  boasted  fleets,  or  scale 
The  proudest  of  their  tow'rs. 


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PSALM  18. 


3  In  vain  to  idol  saints  they  cry. 
And  perish  in  their  blood : 

f         Where  is  a  rock,  so  great,  so  high, 
So  pow'rful, — as  our  God? 

4  The  Rock  of  Israel  ever  lives, 
His  name  be  ever  blest ; — 

'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vict'ry  gives, 
>       And  gives  his  people  rest.  watts. 

Seventh  Version — C.  M.  St.  Anns.   London. 
The  Majesty  of  God. 

1  THE  Lord  descended  from  his  seat. 
And  bow'd  the  heav'ns  most  high  ; 
He  came,  and  cast  beneath  his  feet 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubins 
Full  royally  He  rode, 

And  on  the  wings  of  all  the  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  From  heav'n  above  the  Lord  most  good 
Did  fetch  me  from  below. 

And  pluck'd  me  from  the  raging  flood, 
That  did  me  overflow. 

4  Unspotted  is  Jehovah's  way, 
His  word  is  purely  tried: 
To  such  He  is  a  shield  and  stay. 


As  in  his  faith  abide. 


STERNHOLD. 


Eighth  Version. — S.  M.  Dover.  Boylston. 

God  a  Savior. 
Aff  1  O'ERVVHELM'D,  to  God  I  cried,— 

''Hear,  O  Thou  God  of  love  ! 

Turn  not  from  me  thine  ear  aside. 

But  save  me  from  above !  " 

f     2  Then  earth  in  terror  shook, 

The  rock-built  mountains  steep 
Trembled,  nor  could  God's  anger  brook, 
Nor  their  foundations  keep. 

3  The  Lord  from  heav'n  came  down, — 
Darkness  beneath  his  feet  ;-— 


PSALM  18.  37 

He  rode  on  cherub  as  his  throne. 
He  flew  on  tempest  fleet. 

4  He  thunder'd  from  on  high, 
He  utter'd  forth  his  voice  ; 
His  lightnings  gleam'd  out  on  the  eye  ; 
The  earth  shook  at  the  noise ! 

Aff  5  In  mercy  from  a])ove, 

From  out  the  waters  deep 

He  drew  me  in  his  saving  love; — 

And  safely  will  He  keep !  allen. 

NiMH  Ver. — S.  M.     St.    TJiomas,   Silver  Street, 
Jehovah  a  Rock\ 

1  MOST  firm  is  thy  good  word, 
And  nought  my  trust  shall  shock  ; 
For  who  is  God,  except  the  Lord, 
And  who,  besides,  a  Rock.' 

2  As  with  the  hind's  swift  feet 
I've  fled  from  urging  foe. 

Or,  dress'd  in  panoply  complete, 
Have  laid  my  foemen  low ! 

3  An  arm  of  pow'r  and  right 
Hath  ever  fought  for  me  ; — 

His  arm,  who  met  the  tempter's  might. 
And  gain'd  the  victory ! 

f     4  Jehovah  lives  above, 

And,  blessed  be  my  Rock, 

No  pow'r  my  conlidence  shall  move, 

My  trust  in  Him  shall  shock !  allen. 

Tenth  Versiox. — 75.  Bates.   Southampton. 
God  a  glorious  Protector. 
f     1   GOD,  my  strength  and  my  high  tower, 
Buckler,  shield,  and  castled  rock ! 
Vain  th'  assault  of  hostile  power  ; 
Fearless  will  I  meet  the  shock. 

2  Lo,  He  bows  the  arched  skies. 
Comes  He  glorious  as  a  God ! 
Switt  on  cherub's  wings  He  flies, 
Borne  bv  might v  winds  abroad. 
4 


38 


PSALM  18.  19. 


—  3  Darkness  is  beneath  his  feet, 

Tliickest  mists  before  him  rise  ; 
Deep,  dark  waters  are  his  seat. 
Clouds  involve  him  in  the  skies. 

f     4  Thunders  God  in  heav'n  aloud. 
Sudden  bursts  the  blazing  light  ; 
Hail  stones  fall  from  frowning  cloud, 
Putting  all  his  foes  to  flight. 

—  5  In  the  storm  I  feel  no  dread, 
mf       God,  my  Savior,  is  my  trust : 

What  can  hurt  my  guarded  head  ? — 
Always  God  protects  the  just ! 


ALLEN. 


Eleventh  Version. — 8s  Sf  Is.    Sicily.    Cesarea. 
God  a  Refuge. 
1  GOD,  the  horn  of  my  salvation! 
I  will  love  thy  holy  name  ; 
Never  shall  thine  indignation 
Bring  me,  as  my  foes,  to  shame. 

p     2  Once  I  was  oppress'd  with  sorrow. 
Floods  of  tempting  pow'rs  assail'd, 
Hope  from  earth  no  light  could  borrow, 
Sad,  my  mis'ry  I  bewail'd. 

3  Then  to  Thee,  0  Lord,  I  prayed, 
Thou  didst  hear  my  mournful  cry  ; — 
All  in  majesty  arrayed. 
Thou  didst  come  down  from  the  sky. 

4  Earth  unto  its  deep  foundation 
Trembles  at  the  coming  God: 
Clouds  flame  out  thine  indignation. 
Tempests  bear  Thee  all  abroad. 

I  am  safe : — my  God  defends  me, 

Ever  to  his  saints  He's  nigh  ; — 

Quick  deliv'rance  Jesus  sends  me 

Ffom  his  gracious  throne  on  high.  allen 


mf 


f 

mf 


19.   First  Ver. — L.  P.  M.  JVashville,  JVewcourt. 
The  Book  of  A'^ature  and  Scripture. 

f     1  GREAT  God,  the  heav'ns'  well-order'd  frame 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  ; 


PSALM   19.  39 

There  thy  rich  ^vorks  of  wonder  shine: 
A  thousand  starr\-  beauties  there, 
A  thousand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundless  pow'r  and  skill  divine. 

—  2  From  nicrht  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 

The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 
Lectures  of  heav'nly  wisdom  read  ; 
p         With  silent  eloquence  they  raise 

Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praise, 
And  neither  sound  nor  language  need. 

mf  3  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 

What  light  and  joy  these  leaves  afford 
d  To  souls  benighted  and  distress'dr 

—  Thy  precepts  ^uide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

>  Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest,     watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M,  Hebron.   RotJuveU. 
J\^ature  and  Scripture  compared. 

1  The  heav'us  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  ev'ry  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
^Ve  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light. 
And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'r  confesi«  ; 
But  thy  blest  volume,  pure  and  bright, 
Reveals  thy  love  and  righteousness. 

5  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  ; — • 
So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race. 

It  touch'd  and  gianc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  srospel  rest, 
mf      Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

f     5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  ! 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light: 

—  Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view 
In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven: 


40 


PSALM  19. 


Aff     Lord,  cleanse  iny  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven  ! 

WATTS. 

Third  Version. — L.  M.  Danvers,   Boiven, 
The  Heavens  speak  of  God. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue,  ethereal  sky. 

And  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day 
Doth  his  Creator ^s  pow'r  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

p     3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail. 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  list'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 

—  4  While  all  the  stars,  that  round  her  burn. 

And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn 

Confirm  the  tidings,  as  they  roll, 

f        And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

mf  5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 

Move  round  the  dark,  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  nor  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

—  6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice. 

And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice,  . 

Forever  singing  as  they  shine,  LAaMn>wi 

mf      <'The  hand,  that  made  us,  is  divine!  "  AfmH»«^. 

Fourth  Version. — L.  M.  Rothoell.  JVazareth. 
The  Voice  of  JVature^  and  the  Gospel, 

1  THE  orbs  celestial,,  as  they  shine. 
Proclaim,  O  Lord,  thy  majesty  ; 
Day  speaks  to  day  of  pow'r  divine. 
And  night  to  night  announces  Thee. 

p     2  Though  utt'ring  no  artic'late  speech. 
And  to  their  voice  no  ear  attend, 

—  Yet  through  the  earth  their  signals  reach, 
To  distant  worlds  their  words  extend. 


V. 


PSALM   19.  41 

3  Behold  the  glorious,  blazing  Sun, 

Which  from  his  eastern  chamber  breaks, 
Like  a  strong  man  his  race  to  run. 
And  his  wide  heav'nly  circuit  makes! 

f     4  The  Gospel  is  a  brighter  light. 

More  radiant  to  the  dazzled  eye, 
<       Moving  with  more  resistless  might, 
>       With  wider  circuit  in  the  sk}' !  alle>'. 

Fifth  Versiox. — S.  M.  Dover.  Paddinsion, 

o 
The  Voice  of  ^Yature. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  lofty  sky 
Declares  its  maker,  God, 

And  all  his  starry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  course  the  same, 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  difF'rent  land 
Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known; 
They  show  the  wonders  of  his  handy 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Christian  lands,  rejoice  ; 
Here  He  reveals  his  word  ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice, 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  statutes  and  commands 
Are  set  before  our  eyes ; 

He  puts  his  gospel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  salvation  lies. 

6  While  of  thy  works  I  sing, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 

Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  name  !  watts. 

Sixth  Version.  —  S.  M.  Mornington.  Beverly. 
Excellence  of  the  Gospel. 
1   Behold  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  3 
4* 


42  PSALM  19. 

His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

mf  2  But,  where  the  gospel  comesj 
It  spreads  diviner  light. 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs. 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

—  3  How  perfect  is  thy  word, 
And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 
Forever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain  * 
Are  thy  directions  given? 
Aff     O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven  ! 

6  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

mf  6    While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Savior  and  my  God !  watts. 

Seventh  Ver. — S.  M.   St.  Thomas,   Paddington, 

God^s  perfect  Law, 

1  THY  perfect  Law,  O  Lord, 
Restores  the  erring  soul ; 
The  Testimonies  of  thy  word 
All  foolish  thoughts  control. 

2  Thy  Statutes,  Lord,  are  right, 
And  fill  the  heart  with  joy; 

Th}'^  Truth,  like  yonder  sun,  is  light, 
Out-beaming  on  the  eye. 

3  Thy  Fear  from  sin  reclaims. 
And  ever  shall  endure  ; 

Thy  Judgments,  righteous  in  their  aims, 
True  reverence  ensure. 

4  Less  priz'd  is  finest  gold, 

Or  diamond  from  the  mine, — 


PSALM  19.  43 

Honey  most  pure  less  sweet  I  hold. 
Than  this  good  Word  of  thine. 

p     5  But  who  can  understand 

The  error  of  his  way  ? 
Aflf     Lord,  cleanse  Thou  me  by  thy  Command, 

And  keep  me,  lest  I  stray. 

mf  6  So  shall  each  word  and  thought 
Be  pleasing  in  thy  sight, 
O  Thou,  who  hast  thy  servant  bought, 
And  savest  by  thy  might !  allen. 

Eighth  Version. — 7s.    Edyjield,  Prentiss. 

Gocfs  Works. 

mf  1  LORD,  the  heav'ns  thy  pow'r  proclaim, 
Glitt'ring  stars  announce  thy  name. 
Day  to  day  repeats  thy  praise, 
Night  to  night  thy  work  displays. 

p     2  They've  no  speech  of  Thee  to  speak, 
Nor  doth  voice  deep  silence  break  ; 
Yet  distinctly  is  their  word 

<o>    Through  the  earth's  wide  circuit  heard. 

mf  3    In  his  high  pavilion  bright 

Dwells  the  sun  in  dazzling  light, 
Whence  he  comes  in  bridegroom's  grace, 
And  like  strong  man  runs  his  race. 

4  Nought  escapes  his  blazing  eye, 
Nought  his  burning  heat  can  fly  ; 
Emblem  faint  of  Thee  most  bright, — 
Of  thy  Glory  and  thy  Might  !        allen. 

Ninth  Version. — 75.  Palmer,  JWiremburs:, 

[Repeat  the  first  two  lines  of  the  tune  of  N.  ] 
T?ie  Sun,  and  Sun  of  Righteousness. 

II    1   GOD  for  sun  hath  pitch'd  a  tent 
In  the  heav'ns  of  wide  extent. 
Out  of  which  the  sun  doth  come, 
Like  a  glad  and  gay  bridegroom. 
Or  like  giant  stout  and  strong, 
Running  mighty  race  along. 


44  PSALM  19,  20. 

2  He  from  east  to  west  doth  run  ; 
He  the  victory  hath  won  ; 
Darkness,  conquer'd,  flees  away, 
Night  retires  before  the  day  ; 
mf      Loj  he  comes  in  splendor  bright, 
Filling  earth  wdth  his  glad  light. 

f    3    Sun  of  Righteousness  on  high! 

Gladlier  dost  Thou  meet  our  eye: 

Purer,  brighter  are  thy  beams, 

Pouring  wide  the  holiest  gleams ! 

Soon  shall  all  earth's  darkness  flee, 
ff        And  the  world  thy  glory  see !  allen. 

Tenth  Version. — 7  <S|- 4.  Meredith,  Aspiration, Z. 
Thirst  for  Holiness. 
Aff  1  Who  his  errors  can  survey? 

Who  can  understand  his  way? 
Lord,  from  secret,  guilty  stain 
Wash  me,  and  from  sin  restrain : — 

Guard  and  keep  me, — 
That  I  ne'er  may  sin  again  ! 

2  Lead  me  to  th'  atoning  blood, 
In  whose  purifying  flood 

I  may  find  a  cleansing  power. 
With  the  strength  to  sin  no  more: — 

Jesus! — save  me! — 
Give  me  grace  in  tempting  hour. 

3  Let  the  words,  my  lips  impart, 
Let  the  thoughts  within  my  heart 
Be,  Lord,  pleasing  in  thy  sight  ; 
Let  my  soul  be  pure  as  light: — 

Make  me  holy, — 


My  Redeemer  and  my  Might ! 


ALLEN. 


20.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Medicay.  JVazareth. 
Prayer  and  Hope  of  Victory. 

Aff  1  Now  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 

Attend  his  people's  humble  cry ! 
—       Jehovah  hears,  when  Israel  prays. 

And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 


PSALM  20.  45 

mf  2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 

Better  than  shields  or  brazen  walls  ; 

He  from  his  sanctuary  sends 

Succor  and  strength,  when  Zion  calls. 

—  3  Well  He  remembers  all  our  sighs. 

And  freely  his  rich  grace  imparts  5 
p         His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 
>       Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

—  4  Now  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 
mf      Now  let  our  hope  be  firm  and  strong. 

Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 
f         And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song!         watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Vxbridge.  RocMngham. 
Trust  in  Christ. 

1  HOLY,  anointed  King  divine  ! 
In  thy  salvation  we  delight  ; — 

Thy  name  inscrib'd,  our  banners  shine  ; 
For  Thee,  untrembling,  will  we  fight. 

2  Jehovah  sav'd  Thee  from  the  grave; 
From  the  high  heav'n  his  arm  was  near  ; 
And  Thou  hast  pow'r  thy  saints  to  save, 
Thou  hast  a  gracious  ear  to  hear. 

3  In  scythed  chariots  some  confide. 

And  some  in  horse,  that  paws  the  clod  ; 
mf      We  ask  no  pow'r  upon  our  side. 

Save  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  our  God ! 

Aflf  4  O,  blessed  Jesus !  let  thy  grace 

Thy  servants  from  corruption  raise, 
That,  joyous,  we  may  see  thy  face, 
And  give  Thee  everlasting  praise  !        allen. 

Third  Version. — 8  <^-  7.  Messina.  Dane. 
God  a  Savior  in  Zion, 

Aff  1  LORD,  in  troublous  day  be  near  me. 
In  the  hour  of  pain  and  grief ; 
In  thy  love  and  mercy  hear  me, 
Send  me  quick  and  glad  relief. 

2  Out  of  Zion,  thy  blest  dwelling. 
Send  me  help  and  saving  power  ; 


46  rSALM  21. 

mf      Then  shall  notes  of  joy  be  swelling 
Aff      From  the  lips,  which  Thee  adore ! — 

3  Lord,  my  soul  to  Thee  upraiseth 
Monument  of  gratitude  ; 
Thee  my  soul,  admiring,  praiseth, 
Thee,  most  merciful  and  good !  allen. 


21.     First  Versiox.—L.  M.  TatnalL  Mfreton, 
Christ  a  King. 

1  David  rejoic'd  in  God,  his  strength, 
Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  special  grace  ; 
But  Christ,  the  Son,  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumphs  and  the  praise. 

2  How  great  is  the  Messiah's  joy 
In  the  salvation  of  thy  hand ! 

mf      Lord,  Thou  hast  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
<       And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

f     3  Honor  and  majesty  divine 

xA.round  his  sacred  temples  shine, 

Blest  with  the  f\ivor  of  thy  face, 

And  length  of  everlasting  dajs.  watts. 

Second  Versiox. — L.  M.  Bernard.  Rockingham 
Christ  raised  to  the  Throne. 

1  WHEN  Jesus  pray'd.  Thou,  Lord,  wast  nigh 
To  lift  Him  from  his  rock-hewn  bed: — 

<:       He  rose  triumphant  to  the  sky, 

—       With  kingly  crown  plac'd  on  his  head. 

2  The  life,  He  ask'd,  was  freely  given  ; 
Not  transient  life  again  below, 

<:        But  life,  a  blessed  life  in  heaven, 
-c>    While  everlasting  ages  flow ! 

mf  3  And  now  in  thy  salvation  great 
The  King  rejoices  in  the  sky. 
Exalted  to  a  glorious  state, 
With  honor  crown'd  and  majesty. 

f     4  Ye  enemies  of  Zion's  king. 

Submit,  lest  He  your  souls  destroy  ; — 

Jesus  !  thy  conqu'ring  arm  we  sing, 

And  hope  to  see  thy  face  with  joy  !        allen. 


PSALM  21,  22.  47 

Third  Version. — 8  4*  75.    Worthing.    Cesarea. 
Jesus  the  King  of  Zion. 

1  LORD,  the  King  of  Zion  joyeth 
In  the  strength,  'Fhou  didst  bestow, 
And  his  thankful  lips  employeth 
In  thy  praises,  which  o'erflow. 

p     2  In  his  sufPring  hour  He  prayed, 
When  outstretched  on  the  tree  ; 
Thou  didst  hear  Him,  when  dismayed, 
And  from  wo  didst  set  Him  free. 

mf  3  Chang'd  his  cross  for  throne  in  heaven, 
Him  the  glorious  hosts  adore  ; 
Life,  the  life  He  ask'd,  was  given. 
Length  of  days  forevermore  ! 

p     4  By  his  grace  the  world  redeeming, 
mf      All  the  earth  thy  love  shall  know  ; 
All  shall  see  thy  truth  outbeaming, 
All  to  Zion's  King  shall  bow!  allen. 


< 


22,    First  Version. — L.  M.  Cabot.    Hanover. 
Christ's  Sufferings. 
p     1  Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  He  complain 'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

—  2  The  Jews  beheld  Him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shook  their  heads,  and  laugh'd  in  scorn,— 

'*He  rescued  others  from  the  grave  ; 

Now  let  Him  try  Himself  to  save." 

Cadiz. 

3  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry  ; — 

mf       Rais'd  from  the  dead,  He  reigns  on  high  ; 

The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
P         And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace.         watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Duke  street.    Hebron, 
Christ  dying  and  rising. 
Aff  1   '^MY  God!  my  Father  and  my  God! 
Why  hast  Thou  now  forsaken  Me.^  " 


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PSALM  22. 


—  Thus,  while  beneath  the  chast'ning  rod, 
Exclaim'd  the  Suft'rer  on  the  tree. 

2  It  was  his  final  cry  of  wo : — 

No  more  shall  scorners  shake  the  head. 
Nor  deem,  as  his  heart's  blood  doth  flow. 
That  God  hath  left  Him  with  the  dead. 

f     3  He  lives,  salvation  to  confer! 

Awaking  in  majestic  might, 
-O    He  bursts  his  rock-hewn  sepulchre, 
>       And  heav'n  receives  Him  out  of  sight ! 

f     4  Zion  rejoice : — thy  glorious  King 

Now  reigns  at  God's  right  hand  above  ; 

His  triumphs  loud  extol,  and  sing 

The  untold  wonders  of  his  love !        allen. 

Third  Version. — L.  M.    Windham,   Canton. 

The  Messiah's  Prayer  on  the  Cross* 
Aff  1  MY  God !  my  God !  my  sorrows  see ! 
O,  why  hast  Thou  forsaken  Me? 
Why  is  not,  Lord,  thy  mercy  near? 
Why  dost  Thou  turn  away  thine  ear? 
2  I  hang  a  spectacle  of  scorn, 
The  Lamb  of  sacrifice  forlorn  ; 
My  foes  reproach  Me  in  their  pride : — 
How  long  shall  all  this  grief  abide? 

—  3  They  say,  '^He  trusted  on  the  Lord  5 

Then  let  God  send  his  saving  word. 

Release  Him  from  the  cross-beam'd  tree, 

And  set  Him  from  his  sorrows  free !  " 
AfT  4  Be  not  far  from  Me,  0  my  God  ; 

I  sink  beneath  thy  smiting  rod ! 
p         With  bleeding  hands  and  bleeding  feet, 

Dying  for  men,  their  scorn  I  meet. 
Aff  5  Make  haste,  O  God,  my  trust  and  strength, 

And  give  Me  rescuing  help  at  length! 

O  save  Me  from  my  untold  wo ! 

Let  Me  thy  love  and  mercy  know ! 

—  6  Thus  pray'd  the  Victim  on  the  tree  3 

God  sav'd  Him  from  his  misery ; 
mf      Exalted  to  a  heav'idy  throne, 

All  nations  shall  his  glory  own !  allen. 


PSALM  22.  49 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.  Marloic.   Colchester, 
Chynsfs  Sufferings  and  Kingdom. 

1  ^'NOW  from  the  roaring  lion^s  rage^ 

0  Lordj  protect  thy  Son  ; 

Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone  !" 

2  Thus  did  our  suff 'nng  Savior  pray. 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears : 

God  heard  Him  in  that  dreadful  day. 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

f     3  Great  was  the  vict'ry  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high; 

And  all,  that  dwell  on  earth  beneath, 
«0    Shall  worship, — or  shall  die. 

—  4  The  isles  shall  know^  the  righteousness 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 

And  nations,  yet  unborn,  profess 
f         Salvation  in  his  blood.  watts. 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.  Dedham.  Alhamj. 
Confidence  in  God  in  Affliction, 

1  Praise  God,  all  ye,  who  fear  his  name, 
Extol  his  mercy  high  ; 

Ne'er  will  He  put  his  friends  to  shame, 
^^^ho  lift  to  Him  their  cry. 

2  His  face  He  did  not  hide  from  me. 
But  heard  in  sutF'ring  hour  ; 

To  Him,  then,  songs  of  melody 

1  in  his  house  will  pour. 

3  Ye  sufferers !  in  God  confide  ; 
Your  heart  shall  yet  revive; 
And  all  the  people,  far  and  wide. 

Shall  turn  to  God  and  live  !  allen. 

Sixth  Version. — 75.  Edijfield.  PleyeVs  Hijmn, 
Christ  praying  to  the  Father. 
Aff  1  *'0  my  God,  to  Thee  on  high 
Day  and  night  I  lift  my  cry  ; 
Vainly  shall  my  cries  outbreak  ? 
Why  dost  Thou  my  soul  forsake  ? 
5 


50 


PSALM  22,  23. 


2  '*In  my  dark  estate  forlorn, 

Lo,  I'm  now  the  people's  scorn, — 

'Let  his  God  appear  and  save, 

Save  Him  from  the  yawning  grave  !' 

S  ^'Wicked  men  enclose  Me  round. 
And  my  blood  bedews  the  ground, 
Flowing  from  my  hands  and  feet : 
They  their  triumph  deem  complete. 

4  ''Be  not  far,  my  God,  from  Me  ; 
From  my  woes  0  set  Me  free; 
Let  thy  rescuing  power  be  nigh. 
Send  deliv'rance  from  on  high!" 

5  God  the  SufF'rer  heard,  andlo! 
Joy  succeeds  the  cross-borne  wo; 

f         Jesus  rises  from  the  grave, 

Jesus  reigns,  the  world  to  save  !         allen. 

Sevexth  Versiox. — 7s.    Wllmot.  Kimball, 
God  heareth  Prayer. 

1  WHEN  to  God  the  Suff 'rer  cried, 
God  his  pray'r  did  not  despise. 
Nor  from  Him  his  face  did  hide. 
But  sent  mercies  from  the  skies. 

2  Then  let  God  be  ever  prais'd 
In  the  company  of  saints  ; 

f         Let  glad  songs  be  everrais'd, 

>.        Grateful  songs  for  sad  complaints. 

—  3  God  will  ever  bless  the  meek, 

God  will  cheer  them  with  his  love; 
They,  who  earnest  Him  do  seek, 

f         Shall  inherit  life  above  !  allen. 


23.      First  Versiox. -L.  M.  Oxford.  Ribbith. 
God  our  Shepherd. 
dol  1  MY  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord; 

Now  shall  my  wants  be  well  supplied : 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  safety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  pastures,  where  salvation  grows. 
He  makes  me  feed,  He  makes  me  rest; 


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PSALM  23.  51 

There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food's  divinely  blest. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  mistake; 
But  He  restores  my  soul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteousness. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are; 

My  heart  and  hope  shall  never  fail, 
f         For  God,  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there,  watts. 

Second  Ver. — L.M.  Sudbury,  Admah.  Belville. 

Jehovah  our  Shepherd. 
dol  1  THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye; 
My  noon-day  walks  He  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint. 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant. 
To  fertile  vales  and  de^^y  meads 
My  weary,  wand'ring  steps  He  leads, 
p         Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

—  3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 

With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
mf      My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  Thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still  ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

—  4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way 

Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile: 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
mf      With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  cro^Mi'd, 

And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around,  addison. 

Third  Version. — L.  M.   Orford,  Hebron, 

The  Heavenly  Shepherd. 
dol  1  The  Lord,  my  Shepherd,  is  on  high, 
To  every  want  He  brings  supply. 


52 


PSALM  23. 


p         In  pastures  green  He  gives  repose, 
And  leads,  where  living  water  flows. 

dx)l  2  When  from  his  paths  I  go  astray, 
And  wander  in  the  per'lous  way. 
My  soul  He  kindly  doth  restore. 
And  keeps  me,  that  I  err  no  more. 

3  Though  I  should  walk  in  death's  dark  vale. 
Where  unshap'd  shadows  glide  and  wail. 
His  shepherd's  crook  shall  guard  and  guide, 
And  nought  of  ill  shall  me  betide. 

<:  4  Though  dark  the  way,  it  leads  to  light, — 
X    Though  fill'd  with  wo,  to  pure  delight ; — 
mp      It  leads  from  earth's  low,  dark  abode 
f         Up  to  the  glorious  throne  of  God !        allen 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.  Corinth.  Heath. 

God  our  Shepherd. 

dol  1  MY  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need  ; 
Jehovah  is  his  name  ! 
In  pastures  fresh  He  makes  me  feed. 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  spirit  back. 
When  I  forsake  his  ways. 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake. 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

S  When  I  walk  thro'  the  shades  of  death, 
Thy  presence  is  my  stay  ; 
A  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  spite  of  all  my  foes, 
Doth  still  my  table  spread  ; 

My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 

mf      O  may  thy  house  be  my  abode^ 


And  all  my  work  be  praise ! 


WATTS. 


PSALM  23.  53 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.    Corinth.   Heath, 
God  the  Believer^s  Shepherd. 
dol  1  MY  Shepherd  is  the  Lord,  my  God, 
No  want  I  e'er  shall  know  ; 
Guided  by  Him,  my  feet  have  trod, 
Where  greenest  pastures  grow. 

2  He  leadeth  me  along  beside 
The  waters  flowing  still, 
Restoring,  as  they  gently  glide, 
My  life  and  failing  will. 

S  Yea,  though  I  walk  thro'  death's  dark  vale, 
No  fears  my  hope  o'ersway  ; 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  shall  not  then  fail, — 
Thy  crook  shall  guide  my  way. 

4  Thou  pourest  oil  upon  my  head, 
Grace  from  thy  boundless  store  ; 
My  table  is  with  blessings  spread, 
My  cup  of  joy  runs  o'er. 

5  Through  all  my  pilgrim  life  thy  love 
Shall  still  attend  me  well, 

f         And  in  thy  temple  bright  above 

<:        I  shall  forever  dwell !  allen 

Sixth  Version. — S.  M.  Olmutz,  Lathrop. 
God's  tender  Care  of  his  People. 

1  THE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
Since  He  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place. 
Where  heav'nly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray. 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim. 

And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way 

For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  He  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

5» 


54 


PSALM  23. 


Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  sight  of  all  my  foes 
Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 

mf       My  cup  with  blessings  overflows. 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  foil' wing  days, 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise.  watts. 

Seventh  Version. — 7s.  JVorthwood.  Edyjield. 
Jehovah  our  Shepherd, 

dol  1  GOD'S  my  Shepherd,  and  his  eye. 
Sleepless,  watches  o'er  my  soul; 
While  his  rod  and  crook  are  nigh, 
I  am  safe,  though  wild  beasts  prowl. 

2  He  doth  make  me  to  repose 

In  the  pastures  green  and  fair  ; — 
pp       Where  the  silent  water  flows. 
He  doth  lead  me  safely  there. 

dol  3  Though  I  walk  through  death's  dark  vale. 
Thou,  0  Lord,  shalt  be  with  me  ; 
My  firm  trust  shall  not  then  fail. 
Peace  and  hope  shall  come  from  Thee. 

4  Mercy  flows  down  on  my  head, 
Goodness  from  thy  boundless  store  ; — 
Richest  blessings  Thou  dost  spread  ; 
My  full  cup  of  joy  runs  o'er. 

5  Safe,  through  all  my  pilgrim  life. 
Thou  wilt  guide  me,  where  I  roam. 
And,  beyond  the  closing  strife, 

Heav'n  shall  be  my  endless  home !    allen. 

Eighth  Version. — 75.    Turin,  Rutland. 
Christ  our  Shepherd, 

dol  1  CHRIST,  my  Shepherd,  is  my  guide, 
All  my  wants  shall  be  supplied : 
He  doth  make  me  to  repose. 
Where  the  green,  sweet  pasture  grows  ; 


PSALM  23.  55 

He  doth  lead  me,  at  his  will, 
By  the  waters  cool  and  still. 

2  Though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 
Never  shall  my  courage  fail ; 
With  thy  rod  protecting  me, 
All  terrific  shapes  shall  flee  ; 
Lo,  thy  staff  shall  guide  my  way 
<       Up  to  heav-n's  eternal  day !  allen. 

NiXTH    Version. — 8s.  yorthfield.  Auburn, 
The  Heavenly  Shepherd. 

dol  1  MY  Shepherd !  my  soul  He  will  feed  ; 
In  folds  of  green  grass  I  repose, 
In  pastures  most  sweet  do  I  feed, 
I'm  led  by  the  stream,  that  soft  flows. 

2  Though  walking  in  sorrow's  dark  vale, 
Yet  there  no  strange  ills  shall  affright  3 
Thy  crook,  it  will  ever  avail 

To  guard  and  to  guide  me  aright. 

3  My  soul  Thou  wilt  ever  befriend  ; 
The  cup  of  my  bliss  doth  o'erswell  ; 
Sure  goodness  my  days  shall  attend, 

And  in  the  Lord's  house  I  shall  dwell !     allen. 

Tenth   Vers. — II5.  Tappan.  Portuguese  Hymn, 
The  Shepherd  of  his  People. 

dol  1  THE  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  I  never  shall  need. 
In  greenness  of  pasture  He  maketh  me  feed  ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  by  the  still  waters'  side, 

o-    Where  streams  of  salvation  most  gently  do  glide. 

dol  2  My  soul,  when  I  rove.  He  doth  kindly  restore. 
And  me  will  He  keep,  that  I  wander  no  more  ; 
Of  perils  lo  form  shall  my  courage  affright, — 

mf      I'm  safe  with  my  Shepherd^,  the  Lord  of  all  might ! 

dol  3  Yea,  though  thro'  the  vale  of  the  shadow  of  death 
I  walk  'mid  the  shapes,  which  are  stalking  be- 
neath, 
No  evil  I'll  fear,  for  Thou,  Lord,  art  ^^ith  me, 

mf     Thy  rod  and  thy  staft'for  my  comfort  shall  be. 


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PSALM  24. 


dol  4  My  table  Thou  spreadest  in  presence  of  foes, 

Thine  oil  on  my  head  now  most  fragrantly  flows; 
mf      I  never  shall  fail  of  thy  goodness  and  love, — 
f         And  ever  shall  dwell  in  thy  temple  above ! 


24.      First  Version. — L.  M.  Bowen,    Uxbridge^ 
Saints  dwell  in  Heaven. 

1  THIS  spacious  earth,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
Created  bv  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 

The  building  rear'd  upon  the  flood, 
A  dwelling  place  for  man  it  stood. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  sky: — 

p        Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode. 
And  dwell  so  near  his  Maker,  God? 

It    S  He,  who  abhors  and  fears  to  sin. 

Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean  ; 
Him  shall  the  Lord,  the  Savior,  bless. 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 

4  These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race. 
Who  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
f         These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 

And  dwell  in  everlasting  light !      watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Jlppleton,  Hamburg, 
Christ  entering  Heaven. 

M     1  REJOICE,  ye  shining  w^orlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  Glory  nigh ! 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be } 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Savior's  He ! 

Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Savior,  way  ; 
Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

Rais'd  from  the  dead.  He  goes  before, 

He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  door. 

To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode. 

Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God.        watts. 


P 
f 

raf  2 


i.^ 


PSALM  24.  57 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  Epping.  TalUs  Chant, 
Ascension  of  Christ. 

It    1  "  LIFT  up  your  heads  ye  starry  gates! 
Ye  heav'nly  doors,  unfold ! 
For  loj — the  King  of  Glory  waits, 
With  myriads  untold !" 

2  Who  is  this  King  of  Glory?  Say.-— 
f         W^e  say,— ''The  Lord  of  might,— 
Deck'din  the  Conqueror's  array, — 
In  matchless  glory  bright !" — 

ff    3  Who  is  this  King  of  Glory? — "He, 

f         W^ho  burst  the  rock-built  cave. 

And  set  us  from  corruption  free ! — 

The  Lord,  mighty  to  save !"  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — S.  P.  M.  Dudley.  Dalston. 

Jesus  ascending. 

M    1  ''YE  gates,  lift  up  your  head  ! 
Ye  doors  of  heav'n,  be  spread! 

For  lo  !  the  King  of  Glory's  nigh  !"— 
Who  is  this  glorious  King, 
In  praise  of  whom  ye  sing, 
Ye  hosts,  that  come  up  to  the  sky  ? — 

f     2  "The  Lord  of  pow'r  and  might! 

The  Lord,  array'd  in  light. 

And  crown'd  with  wondrous  victory!" — 
If        Who  is  this  glorious  King, 

In  praise  of  whom  ye  sing? — 
flf  "The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  King  most  high !" 

ALLEN. 

Fifth  Version. — 75.    Brown.  Turin. 
Heavenly  Abode. 

n    1  WHO  shall  dwell  in  heav'n  above, 

Cheer'd  with  God's  refulgent  light? — 

He,  whose  heart  abides  in  love. 
Never  swerving  from  the  right : — 

He  God's  blessing  shall  receive  ; 

With  his  Savior  shall  he  live ! 


58  PSALM  24. 

fi»   2  0,  ye  gates,  lift  up  your  heads! 
Ope,  ye  everlasting  doors  ! 
Lo,  the  King  of  Glory  leads. 

Earth  to  heav'n  its  King  restores! 
—       Ask  ye,  "Who's  this  glorious  King?" 
Myriads  answer,  while  they  sing: — 

f  f  •  3  '^ Jesus !  first  fruits  from  the  dead, 
He,  before  whom  Satan  fell ; 
Radiant  crown  upon  his  head. 

Conqueror  of  death  and  hell  ; 
Jesus,  Lord  of  majesty, — 
p         He,  who  died  for  me  and  thee !"        allen. 

Sixth  Version. — 7s.  Kimball,  Wihnot, 

Jesus  ascending. 
n   1    O,  YE  gates,  be  open'd  wide! 

Move,  perpetual  doors,  aside, — 

Let  the  King  of  Glory  come  ! 

Him,  ye  Angels,  welcome  home ! 

2  Ask  ye, — "Who's  this  glorious  King?" — 
Myriads  answer,  while  they  sing, — 

f  "Jesus,  conqueror  of  hell  I 

He,  before  whom  Satan  fell ! 

3  "He,  the  King  of  Glory  bright, 
Fountain  of  eternal  light ! 

Let  Him  enter  to  his  rest  ; 

Shouting  say  ye, — 'Be  Thou  blest!'"       allen. 

Seventh  Ver. — 7s.  JVuremburg.    Southampton, 
Ascension  of  Christ. 

CHORUS. 

1  EARTH  and  all  its  stores  are  God's, 
Earth  and  all,  that  dwell  below; 
It  He  founded  on  the  floods. 
On  the  seas,  which  ever  flow. 

FIRST    VOICE. 

»f  2    Who  shall  go  up  to  God's  hill, 
Standing  in  his  holy  place  ? 

SECOND    VOICE. 

He  with  pure  and  humble  will, 
He,  whose  hands  no  crimes  deface. 


i**'^' 


PSALM  25.  59 

3  He  God's  blessing  shall  receive, 
He  God's  favor  shall  possess. 

FIRST    VOICE. 

—       This   the  people,  who  believe  ; 

These,  0  God,  seek  righteousness! 

CHORUS. 

f  M  4  Lift  your  heads  on  high,  ye  gates! 
Lift  them,  everlasting  doors! 
For  the  King  of  Glory  waits: 
Let  Him  come,  whom  heav'n  adores ! 

FIRST    VOICE. 

5  King  of  Glory  !     Who  is  He  ? 

SECOXD    VOICE. 

mf      Jesus  !  Prince  of  heav'nly  light  ! 
Jesus,  crown 'd  with  victory  ! 
Jesus,  coming  in  his  might  ! 

CHORTS. 

f     6  Lift   your  heads  on  high,  ye  gates  ! 
Lift  them,    everlasting  doors  ! 
For  the  King  of  Glory  waits  : 
Let  Him  come,  whom  heav'n  adores  ! 

FIRST   VOICE. 

7  King  of  Glory  !  Who  is  He  r 

CHORUS. 

ff        Jesus,  Savior,  King  of  kings  ! 
Jesus,  Lord  of  Majesty  ! 
He,  whose  praise  all  heaven  sings  I       allen. 


2o,  First  Versiox. — C.  M.  Dundee.  Dedhcim. 
Prayer  for  JMerci/. 
aff  1  I  LIFT  my  soul,  0  Lord,  to  Thee, 
My  trust  is  in  thy  name, 
O,  guard  me  from  mine  enemy. 
Nor  let  me  suffer  shame. 

2  Show  me  thy  pure  and  holy  way. 
Teach  me  the  path  of  right  ; 

I  seek  thy  mercy  ev'ry  day, 
Be  Thou  my  strength  and  light. 

3  Remember  not  my  sins  of  youth, 
Nor  sins  of  riper  years, 


60  PSALM  25. 

But  kindly  lead  me  in  thy  truth. 
And  save  me  from  my  fears. 

4  Give  me  the  joys  of  pard'ning  love 
Through  Him,  who  died  for  me  ; 
Cause  me  to  seek  the  things  above. 
From  sinful  chain  set  free. 

5  The  meek  in  judgment  Thou  wilt  guide, 
The  meek  wilt  teach  thy  way  ; 

And  such,  as  in  thy  truth  abide, 
mf      Shall  dwell  in  heav'nly  day !  allen. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Boylston,  Olmutz. 
Trust  in  God. 

1  I  LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 
My  trust  is  in  his  name  ; 

Let  not  my  foes,  that  seek  my  blood. 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
Persuade  me  to  despair: 

Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well. 
That  I  may  'scape  the  snare. 

3  From  the  first  dawning  light. 
Till  the  dark  evening  rise. 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes._ 

mp  4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

—  5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways  ] 

And  every  humble  sinner  find 

The  methods  of  his  grace.  watts. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.  Bender,  Dover. 
Divine  Instruction. 
mp  1  WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found. 
Who  fears  t'  offend  his  God, — 
Who  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod? 


PSALM  25,  26.  61 

—  2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 
The  secrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  show. 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 
Are  truth  and  mercy  still 

With  such,  as  to  his  cov'nant  stand. 
And  cheerful  do  his  will. 

4  Their  souls,  redeem 'd  with  blood, 
mf       Shall  see  their  Maker's  face  ; 

Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promis'dgood 
In  its  extensive  grace.  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — 75.    Edyfield.  PleijeVs  Hymn. 
Prayer  in  Affliction. 
Aif  1  LORD,  my  eyes  are  turn'd  to  Thee  ! 
0,  from  bondage  set  me  free: 
Lord,  have  mercy  on  my  soul, 
And  my  fears  and  woes  control. 

2  Thou  dost  see  my  troubled  heart, 
Pierc'd  with  sorrow's  keenest  dart: 
Look  in  pity  on  my  pain. 

Wash  away  my  guilty  stain. 

3  Thou  dost  see  my  num'rous  foes  ; 
Well  my  soul  their  hatred  knows : 
Lord,  deliver,  rescue  me, 

For  I  trust  alone  in  Thee ! 

4  And  from  foes  and  malice  fell, 
Lord,  redeem  thine  Israel: 
When  thy  people  to  Thee  cry, 

God  of  mercv  !  be  Thou  niorh !         allen. 


26.      First  Version. — L.  JNI.   Hebron.  Medicay. 
Conscious  Uprightness. 

1  JUDGE  me,  0  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways. 
And  search  the  secrets  of  my  heart  ; 

My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays. 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  sit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 

6 


62  PSALM  26. 

The  scoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  my  eyes. 

3  Among  thy  saints,  with  unstain'd  hand. 
Will  I  appear  in  innocence  ; 
mp      But,  when  before  thy  bar  1  stand, 
The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 

mf  4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple,  where  thine  honors  dwell  ; 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word. 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

—  5  Let  not  my  soul  be  join'd  at  last 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  past 
Among  the  saints,  and  near  my  God.     w 


Second  Version. — L.  JNL  Duke  Street.    Walton, 
Confidence  in  God. 

1  JUDGE  me,  O  Lord!  with  heart  upright 
I've  walk'd  with  Thee  as  in  the  light ; 
I've  trusted  in  thy  mighty  name  ; 

Lord,  search  me,  as  with  eyes  of  flame! 

2  Thy  loving  kindness,  rich  and  free. 
Lives  in  my  grateful  memory  ; 
And  from  thy  truth's  most  holy  path 
I've  swerv'd  not,  to  incur  thy  wrath. 

3  Dissembling,  vain,  and  wicked  men 
My  lov'd  companions  have  not  been  j 
I've  deem'd  them  as  the  pestilence  j 
I'll  wash  my  hands  in  innocence! 

Aff  4  0,  how  thy  temple,  Lord,  I  love  ! 

That  fount  of  joys,  shed  from  above. 
Of  truth  the  pure  and  crystal  well, — 
The  place,  where  Thou  dost  always  dwell ! 

5  Then  whelm  me  not  in  vengeful  flood 
With  men,  who  thy  commands  withstood  ; 
mf      In  thine  assembly  Thee  I'll  praise. 

And  joyful  songs  in  heav'n  will  raise  !      allen. 


PSALM  27.  63 

27.      First  Version. — C.  ^l.  Amhoxj,  Atbany. 
The  Church  our  Delight. 

1  THE  Lord  of  Glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  salvation  too  ; 

God  is  my  strength,  and  by  his  might 
My  foes  Til  overthrow. 

2  For  this  one  thing  my  spirit  faints  ; — 
p         O,  grant  me  an  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God ! 

2  There  I  thy  wondrous  grace  shall  prove, 
And  see  thy  beauty  still  ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

—  4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

mf  5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
f         And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  sound.  watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.    Putney.    Dedham. 
Prayer  and  Hope. 
M     1  SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
'*Ye  Children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 
'•I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  fro^^ii  my  soul  away  ; 
p         God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  Thee 
In  a  distressing  day. 

—  3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want,  or  die, 

My  God  my  Savior  will  appear. 

And  all  my  need  supply. 

mf  4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 
And  trust,  still  fearing  nought  ] 


64  PSALM  27. 

He'll  raise  your  spirit,  when  it  faints. 

And  far  exceed  your  thought.  vvAt ts. 

Third  Versiox. — S.   M.    St.  Thomas.    Laban. 
Trust  in  God. 
fF     1  JEHOVAH  is  my  light. 
My  Savior  and  my  guide  ; 
Who  then  my  soul  can  e'er  affright. 
Or  turn  my  peace  aside  ? 

2  Though  host  against  me  camp, 
My  heart  shall  fearless  be  ; 

Though  war  should  rise,   and  war-horse  tramp. 
No  terror  comes  to  me ! 

3  Within  his  house  to  dwell 
Is  my  inilam'd  desire  ; — 

There  his  great  truths  to  ponder  well, 
And  for  his  face  inquire. 

mp  4  For  there  my  soul  shall  rest. 

As  in  their  fold  the  flock  ; 

There  shall  my  soul  be  safe  and  blest, 
f         Establish'd  on  a  rock!         allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 7s.  JWiremburg.  Edyjield. 
Jesus  a  Rock. 
ff     1   THOU,  the  Lord,  my  fount  of  light! 
What  shall  then  my  soul  dismay? 
Thou,  my  Savior  and  my  might ! 
Thou,  my  life's  eternal  stay  ! 

2  While  I  tread  this  vale  of  woes. 
When  around  me  troubles  spread, 
p         God  his  fair  pavilion  shows, 

Mercy,  shelt'ring  o'er  my  head ! 

mf  3  He  in  safety  shall  conceal. 

Where  his  holy  dwellings  tower, 

To  my  soul  the  Rock  reveal, 

Jesus,  Rock  of  endless  power!   goode. 

Fifth  Version. — 7s.  JViiremburg.  Edyjield, 
Prayer  and  Confidence  in  God. 
aff  1  HEAR,  0  Lord,  my  mournful  cry  ; 
Bring  thy  saving  mercy  nigh  ; 


PSALM  27.  65 

**Seek  my  face,"  Jehovah  cried, — 
''Thee  I'll  seek,"  my  heart  replied. 

2  Put  me  not  in  wrath  away, 
Leave  me  not  to  wild  dismay  ; 
God  of  my  salvation,  hear! 
With  thy  light  my  darkness  cheer ! 

S  When  a  father's  loss  I  wail, 
When  a  mother's  love  shall  fail, 
Then,  0  Lord,  thy  mercy  free 
Unremov'd  shall  stay  with  me ! 

4  Oft  my  soul  had  f^iinted,  Lord, 
Had  I  not  believ'd  thy  word, 
Had  not  hope's  all  cheering  light 
Pour'd  on  me  its  radiance  bright. 

5  On  the  Lord  with  patience  wait, 
Boldly  keep  his  path-way  straight ; 
He  will  strengthen  thee  each  day  ; 
On  Jehovah  wait,  I  say  !  allen. 


Sixth  Version. — 7s  &;  6s.  Missionary  Hymn. 
Confidence  in  God. 
1  THE  Lord  is  my  salvation : 
What  can  my  soul  dismay  ? 
The  tide  of  desolation 
His  arm  will  turn  a^^  ay : — 
Though  by  a  host  surrounded, 
My  heart  shall  never  fear; 
My  hope  is  firmly  founded. 
For  God,  my  strength,  is  near. 

mp  2  In  ev'ry  time  of  trouble. 

When  sorrows  press  me  down, 
When  earth  is  but  a  bubble. 
And  all  its  joys  are  flown  ; 
Then  in  his  tent  He'll  hide  me, 
And  I  his  truth  shall  prove, 
Nor  can  my  foes  deride  me, 
Pavilion'd  in  his  love  !  allen. 


1 

66  PSALM  27,  28.  ^' 

Seventh  Version. — 6<^4.  Italian  Hymn, 
Confidence  in  God. 
1  JEHOVAH  is  my  light, 
My  trust,  and  shield,  and  might; 
Whom  shall  I  fear  ? 
Though  I  should  meet  a  host, 
My  hope  shall  not  be  lost ; 
In  vain  is  all  their  boast, 

For  God  is  near ! 

mp  2  I  have  desir'd  one  thing 

Of  God,  my  heavenly  King, 

For  that  1  pray  ; — 
mf       In  his  blest  house  to  dwell. 
And  there  his  wonders  tell. 
My  joyful  songs  to  swell 

In  praise  alway ! 

mp  3  For  in  dark  trouble's  hour 

He'll  guard  me  with  his  power, 
And  safely  hide  ; 
f         He'll  set  me  on  a  rock  ; 

In  vain  my  foes  shall  mock. 
Above  each  hostile  shock 

I  shall  abide  !       allen. 


2S.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Duke  Street,    Uxbridge, 
God  hearing  Prayer. 
Aff  1  O  LORD,  my  rock,  to  Thee  I  cry. 
Turn  Thou  to  me  with  pitying  eye. 
Lest  I  their  wretched  doom  should  know, 
Who  in  the  pit  of  death  sink  low. 

2  My  supplicating  voice  0  hear. 
When  1  with  uplift  hands  appear; 
From  them,  that  work  iniquity. 
In  thy  great  goodness  set  me  free. 

mf  3  Forever  blessed  be  thy  name. 

Thou  hast  not  put  my  soul  to  shame; 
Thou  art  my  strength,  and  Thou  my  shield, 
To  me  thy  mercy  w  as  reveaPd. 

P     4  O  Lord,  thy  people's  cause  advance  ; 
And  bless  thine  own  inheritance, 


PSALM  28.  67 

O,  feed  them  with  the  bread  of  heaven, 

To  them  let  eudless  life  be  given  !        allen. 

Second  Version. — C.  31.    Colchester.    St.  Anns. 
God  a  Refuge. 

Aff  1  TO  Thee,  0  Lord,  my  rock,  I  cry, 
0,  hear  thy  suppliant's  voice  ; 
Let  thine  almighty  arm  be  nigh. 
Lest  raging  foes  rejoice. 

rnf  2  Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord  ! 

Thou  art  my  strength  and  shield  ; 
From  heav'n  was  sent  thy  saving  word, 
Thy  mercy  was  reveal'd. 

3  When  Jesus,  our  exalted  head, 
From  sealed  tomb  did  rise. 
He  taught,  that  we  should  leave  the  dead, 

<  To  meet  Him  in  the  skies. 

p     4  From  sin  and  wo  thy  Zion  save; 
Lord  give  us  peace  below. 
And  lift  us  from  our  lowly  grave, 

<  The  joys  of  heav'n  to^know  !         allen. 

Third  Version.— S.  P.  31.  Balston.   Bethel. 
Prayer  and  Praise. 

Aff  1   0  LORD,  to  Thee  I  cry; 
Let  thy  strong  arm  be  nigh. 

My  num'rous,  raging  foes  to  quell ! 
mf      O,  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  sent  his  saving  word, 

And  did  my  scornful  foes  repel  ! 

2  When  Christ,  our  glorious  head, 
Rose,  conqu'ring,  from  the  dead, 
He  went  up  to  his  native  skies; 
p         0,  save  us.  Lord,  from  sin, 
And  give  us  peace  within, 

That  we,  like  Thee,  to  heav'n  mav  rise  ! 


68 


PSALM  29. 


29,   First  Ver.— L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  Arnheim, 
Storm  and  Thunder. 
»r     1   GIVE. to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r; 
Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name. 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightamgs  blaze  at  his  command 

S  He  speaks, — and  tempest,  hail,  and  wind 

Lay  the  wide  forest  bare  around  ; 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  sound. 

4  To  Lebanon  He  turns  his  voice, 

And  lo, — the  stately  cedars  break  ! 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise, 
The  vallies  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  sits  sov'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  Thund'rer  reigns  forever  King; 
But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

p     6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
The  counsels  of  his  grace  imparts  ; 
-c>     Amidst  the  raging  storm  his  word 
<        Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts  ! 

WATTS. 

Second  Versiox. — L.  M.  Lijman.  Appleton. 
God^s  Majesty. 

f     1  GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  might. 
Give  to  the  Lord,  who  dwells  in  light, 
All  glory  due;  your  pray'r  address 

mp      In  beauty  pure  of  holiness. 

f     2  God's  voice  is  on  the  waters  ;  lo. 

When  He  but  speaks,  the  oceans  flow  ; 
God  thunders  glorious  in  the  sky. 
His  voice  is  full  of  majesty. 

S  God's  voice  the  cedars  breaketh  down, 
The  cedars  high  of  Lebanon  ; 


PSALM  29.  69 

His  voice  makes  sand-spread  deserts  shake, 
o     And  all  the  rock-built  mountains  quake. 

f     4  God's  voice  divides  the  flames  of  fire. 
And  sends  red  lightnings  in  his  ire; — 
Swift  jav'lins  of  his  mighty  v^rath. 
Which,  where  they  strike,  bring  woful  scath. 

—  5  God's  voice  all  pride  can  humble  well. 

And  quickly  billowy  passions  quell: 
f         Then  praise  the  Lord,  who  sitteth  King, 
And  psalms  unto  his  honor  sing.         allen. 

Third  Versiox. — 7s.   Southampton.    JVihnot. 
Majesty  of  God. 

f  r»   1   GIVE,  ye  mighty,  praise  to  God, 
For  his  glory  shines  abroad  ! 
Give  to  Him  all  pow'r  and  might, — 
Worship  Him  with  pure  delight  ! 

2  On  the  waters,  lo,  his  voice, — 

In  the  cloud  his  thunder's  noise, — 
Voice  on  ocean's  mountain  waves. 
When  the  headlong  tempest  raves  ! 

3  Sure  God's  voice  is  voice  of  power; 
Let  th'  astonish'd  world  adore  ! — 
Voice,  that  breaks  the  cedars  do^^^l5 
Cedars  on  high  Lebanon  ! 

4  Voice,  that  makes  the  mountain  bound, 
Like  wild  heifer,  at  the  sound, 
Lebanon  and  Hermon  too 

Like  young,  tameless  buffalo  ! 

5  Voice,  that  makes  red  lightnings  glide, — 
Voice,  that  shakes  the  desert  wide, 
Proudest  oak  uproots,  lays  low. 
Makes  the  shaggy  forests  bow. 

—  6  In  his  temple  his  great  name 

All  his  worshippers  proclaim  ; 
On  the  flood  his  throne  He  rears  ; 
p         God  with  peace  his  people  cheers,     allen. 


70 


PSALM  29,30. 


Fourth  Version. — 7.9.  Southampton.  Wtlmot. 
God  a  Sovereign. 

fii   1  UNTO  God,  ye  sons  of  might, 
Unto  Him,  who  dwells  in  light, 
Give  ye  glory,  praise,  and  power, 
Give  ye  honor  evermore. 

2  See  that  dark  and  threat'ning  cloud ! 
Hark!  the  thunder,  deep  and  loud! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  God,  most  High, 
Voice  of  awful  majesty! 

S  Voice,  which  breaks  the  cedar's  pride 
By  Libanus'  rugged  side, 
Voice,  which  makes  that  mountain  bound 
At  the  terrors  of  its  sound  ! 

4  Voice,  that  scatters  flaming  fire, 
Bursting  fiercely  in  God's  ire. 
And  the  wilderness  that  shakes, 
As  on  Kadesh  it  outbreaks ! 

5  Truly  God  doth  sit  as  King, 
Ruling  every  earthly  thing: 
He  will  reign  in  righteousness, 

p         And  with  peace  his  people  bless!  allen. 


30.  First  Versiox. — L.  M.   Ward.  Rockingham, 

Sickness  and  Sorrow  removed. 
1   I  WILL  extol  Thee,  Lord,  on  high! 
At  thy  command  diseases  fly  ; 
Who  but  a  God  can  speak,  and  save 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave.'' 

mf  2  Sing  to  his  name,  ye  saints  below. 

And  tell,  how  wide  his  mercies  flow  ; 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  exalt  the  Lord, 
While  you  his  holiness  record ! 

His  anger  but  a  moment  stays  ; 

His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days: 

Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ. 

The  morning  star  restores  the  joy !         watts. 


—  S 


mp 
mf 


PSALM  30.  71 

Second  Version. — L.  JM.    ^Vard.   Rockingham. 
Sickness  and  Recovery. 

1  Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright. 
And  I  presum'd,  'twould  ne'er  be  night  ; 
Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, 
'^Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But    I  forgot,  thine  arm  was  strong. 
Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long  ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  Thee,  my  God, — 

atf       ''What  canst  Thou  profit  by  my  blood! 
Deep  in  the  dust,  can  1  declare 
Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there.'* 

4  "Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace!"  1  said, 
"And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead !" 

—       Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains,  I  felt. 

Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  wo 
Are  turn'd  to  jo}-  and  praises  now  ; 

mf      I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground. 
And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 
Shall  ne'er  be  silent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  thro'  earth  and  heaven 
>       For  sickness  heal'd,  and  sins  forgiven,      watts. 

Third  Version. — C.  31.    Colchester.    St.  Anns. 
Restoration  from  Sickness. 
mp  1  FROM  darkness  and  the  dreary  grave, 
On  brink  of  which  1  stood, 
Thine  arm,  0  Lord,  my  God,  did  save  ; 
mf      And  Thou  art  great  and  good ! 

2  Ye  saints  of  his,  extol  the  Lord, 
And  give  Him  hearty  praise  ; 

In  mem'ry  of  his  faithful  word 
Your  hymns  of  honor  raise. 

3  His  anger  quickly  takes  its  flight, 
His  favor  lasts  fore'er  ; 

P         Though  weeping  may  endure  a  night, 
mf       The  joyful  morn  shines  clear  !       alle^. 


72 


PSALM  30,  31. 


Fourth  Versiox. — 7s.  Lincoln.  Edijjield, 
God  a  Savior. 
1   THOU  hast  heard  my  cry,  0  Lord, 
Thou  hast  sav'd  me  by  thy  word! 
Thee  will  I  extol  and  praise. 
Now,  and  during  endless  days ! 

mf  2  Joyful  saints,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
Praise  the  Lord^  your  holy  King ! 
Transient  is  his  angry  frown, 

P        .Soon  He  looks  in  pity  down: 

3  Weeping  may  endure  one  night, — 
Joy  springs  forth  with  morning  light ; 
Then  go  on  with  unmov'd  heart, 
Fearless  of  affliction's  d'art. 

4  Though  ye  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 
Jesvs  lives!— then  never  quail: 
Ye  shall  rise  in  rising  hour, 
Crown'd  with  glory  evermore  !  allen. 


mf 


31.     First  Ver.— L.  M.  MidcUeton.   Wakefield, 
God^s  Mercy  sought  aiid  found. 

aff  1  IN  Thee,  0  Lord,  I  put  my  trust. 

Thou  art  my  Fortress  and  my  Shield  ; 
Deliver  me,  O  Thou  most  just! 
Let  thy  salvation  be  reveal'd. 

p     4  Bend  down  thy  sorrow-hearing  ear, 

And  listen  to  my  mournful  cry  ; 
<        O  let  thy  saving  love  appear, 
—       And  bring  thy  pard'ning  mercy  nigh. 

3  INIy  spirit  I  commend  to  Thee  ; 

Thou  hast  redeem^l  me  in  thy  love  ; 
Releas'd  from  dark  captivity, 
In  freedom  shall  I  live  above. 


P 
mf 


4  Therefore  in  Thee  will  I  rejoice. 
And  bless  thy  name  with  pure  delight, 
p         For  Thou  hast  heard  my  mourning  voice, 
f         And  cheer'd  me  with  thine  heav'nly  light. 

ALLEN. 


PSALM  31.  73 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Dedham.    JVcttiiigham, 
Deliverance  from  Slander. 

1  MY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
My  God,  my  help,  my  trust  ; 

Thou  hast  preserv'd  my  face  from  shame, 
Mine  honor  from  the  dust. 

2  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  side 
Seiz'd  and  beset  me  round  ; 

mp      I  to  the  throne  of  grace  applied, 
mf      And  speedy  rescue  found. 

3  Thy  children  from  the  strife  of  tongues 
Shall  thy  pavilion  hide  ; 

Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs. 
And  crush  the  sons  of  pride. 

mp  4  Within  thy  secret  presence,  Lord, 
mf<   Let  me  forever  dwell  ; 
—      No  city  wall'd,  with  watch  and  ward, 
Secures  a  saint  so  well !        watts. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.    Grafton.  Patmos, 
Pleading  with  God  in  Trouble. 
Aff  1  IN  trouble,  Lord,  to  Thee  I  pray, 
My  sorrows  Thou  dost  know  ; 
Mine  eye  with  grief  doth  waste  away. 
My  years  are  spent  in  wo. 

2  Reproach  and  slander  wound  my  heart, 
The  waves  of  anger  roll  ; 
P         Yet,  Lord,  my  sin  hath  edg'd  the  dart, 
Which  pierces  through  my  soul ! 

Aff  3  Still  do  I  trust  in  Thee,  O  Lord  ; 
''Thou  art  my  God !  "  I  say  ; 
0,  let  me  know  thy  pard'ning  word, 
Thou  art  my  hope  and  stay !         allek. 

Fourth  Version. — 7s.   Southampton.    Tf'ilmot, 
God  a  sure  Refuge. 
1  0,  HOW  great  thy  goodness,  Lord, 
Unto  them,  that  fear  thy  name ! 
Present  peace,  and  high  reward, 
Far  from  ajrief,  and  sin,  and  shame ! 
"7 


74  PSALM  32. 

2  Them  thy  providence  shall  hide 
In  pavilion,  Thou  hast  rear'd, 
mp      Safe  from  earthly  rage  and  pride,  ^ 

Safe  fi'om  all  the  foes,  they  fear'd.  ■ 

mf  3  Bless  the  Lord !  His  glories  tell ! 

Marv'llous  hath  his  kindness  flowed  ; 
Strong  the  city,  where  I  dwell  ; 
Rich  the  mercy.  He  hath  showed ! 

4  Love  the  Lord,  exult  and  shout. 
He  will  be  to  thee  a  shield  ; 
Be  of  courage  good  and  stout. 
He  unfailing  strength  will  yield.       allen. 


1 


32.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Lancaster.  Uxbridge, 
RepentancBy,  Justification ^  and  Sanctification. 

i»    1  BLEST  is  the  man,  forever  blest, 
Whose  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confess'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Savior's  blood. 

2  Blest  is  the  man,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities  ; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward. 
And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

—  3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  ; 
His  hum.ble  joy,  his  holy  fear 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree. 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

mf  4  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness, 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins, 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace, 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  shines? 

WATTS. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  JVazareth,  Hamburg. 
Confession  and  Pardon. 

mp  1  WHILE  I  keep  silence  and  conceal 
My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart. 
What  torments  does  my  conscience  feel.'' 
"What  agonies  of  inw^ard  smart.'' 


PSALM  32.  76 

2  I  spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  secret  faults  confess  ; 

mf      Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  shall  ev'ry  humble  soul 
Make  swift  addresses  to  thy  seat  ; 
When  floods  of  huge  temptation  roll. 
There  shall  they  find  a  blest  retreat. 

mp  4  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark  and  storms  appear.^ 

mf      And,  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 

Shall  guide  me  safe  from  every  snare.      watts. 

Third  Versiox. — C.  M.  Albany.    Marlow, 
Free  Pardon,  and  Obedience. 

1  HAPPY  the  man,  to  whom  his  God 
No  more  imputes  his  sin, 

But,  wash'd  in  his  Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean! 

2  Happy,  beyond  expression,  he, 
Whose  debts  are  thus  discharged, 
And,  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  soul  enlarg'd. 

S  His  spirit  hates  deceit  and  lies. 
His  words  are  all  sincere  ; 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  conscience  clear. 

p     4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  suppressed, 
No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breast, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confess'd  my  guilt  to  Thee, 
My  secret  sins  reveal'd  ; 

mf      Thy  grace  from  bondage  set  me  free, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  seal'd. 

6  This  shall  invite  thy  saints  to  pray: 
When,  like  a  raging  flood, 
Temptations  rise,  our  strength  and  stay 
Is  a  forgiving  God.  watts. 


76 


PSALM  32. 


Fourth  Version. — S.  M.  PentonviUe,  Paddingion, 
Forgiveness  of  the  Penitent, 

1  O  BLESSED  souls  are  they, 
Whose  sins  are  cover'd  o^er, 

To  whom  the  Lord   of  righteous  sway 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  in  virtue  cast, 
Their  genuine  faith  declare. 

mp  3  While  1  my  guilt  conceaPd, 

I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound  ; 
—       Till  1  my  sins  to  Thee  reveaPd, 

And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
mp      Our  help,  in  trouble's  dark  array, 
<       Is  found  in  God  alone !  watts. 


t 


Fifth  Version. — S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Paddington, 
Confession  and  Forgiveness, 

1  THE  guilty  man  is  blest. 
Whose  guilt  is  wash'd  away. 
Whose  troubled  soul  finds  peaceful  rest, 
Instead  of  wild  dismay. 

2  Once,  with  unhumbled  pride, 
I  shrunk  from  needful  shame  ; 

mp      My  sin  conceal'd,  my  guilt  denied, 
I  felt  the  tort'ring  flame. 

3  Then  I  confess'd  to  Thee, 
And,  Lord,  thy  mercy  sought ; 

mf      Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  rich  and  free, 
Surpassed  my  highest  thought ! 

f     4  Then  come  to  Jesus'  blood. 

Ye  souls  of  deepest  stain  ! 
<       Come,  wash  ye  in  this  cleansing  flood, 
>       And  lose  your  guilt  and  pain !        allen. 


PSALM  32.  ^7 

Sixth  Version. — 7s.  Edgar.    Turin. 
Forgiveness. 
p     1  BLEST  is  he,  whose  sin's  forgiv'n^, 
Blest,  whose  guilt  is  cover'd  o'er, 
He,  to  whom  the  Lord  in  heav'n 
Will  impute  his  stain  no  more ! 
Blest  is  he,  whose  spirit  right 
Guileless  lives  in  God's  own  light. 

2  While  within  my  guilty  breast 

Lay  conceal'd  my  troubled  thought, 
All  my  soul  was  spoil'd  of  rest  ; 

Anguish  with  my  spirit  wrought: — 
Lord,  my  sin  confess'd  to  Thee, 
Thou  in  love  didst  set  me  free ! 

—  3  Godly  men,  for  this  shall  pray. 

In  a  time,  when  Thou  art  near  ; 
When  the  floods  shall  spread  dismay, 
Thou  a  Savior  wilt  appear: — 
f         Then  be  glad  in  God  on  high, 
<       And,  ye  righteous,  shout  for  joy^       allen. 

Sevexth  Versiox.— 6s.    Chaplin. 

[Repeat  the  first  two  lines  of  the  tune,] 
Forgiveness. 
p     1  0  BLEST  indeed  is  he, 

Whose  sin  is  cover'd  o'er. 
To  whom  the  Lord  no  more 
Imputes  iniquity, 
And  in  whose  spirit  sound 
No  hollow  guile  is  found ! 

—  2  Long  while  within  my  breast, 

With  iron  hardihood 

And  pride  all  unsubdued, 
Conviction  I  suppress'd: 
The  fire  within  did  rage, 
its  pain  could  nought  assuage. 

P    S  Lord,  I  confess'd  to  Thee  ; 
To  Thee  as  penitent 
My  knee  was  humbly  bent, 
And  Thou  didst  set  me  free  : 
7* 


78 


PSALM  33. 


How  sweet  and  blest  the  hour 
Of  saving  mercy's  power? 

4  Then  pray,  for  God  w411  hear: — 
And  when  the  torrent  deep 
Doth  in  its  fury  sweep. 
To  you  'twill  not  come  near: — 
O  praise  the  Lord  on  high ! 
And  praise  eternally !        allen. 


33.  First  Ver.— L.  P.  M.  JVashville,  JVewcourt. 
God's  Works. 

1  YE  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice. 

Your  Maker's  praise  becomes  your  voice  ; 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  songs  be  new  ; 
fn      Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
<:       His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
pM  How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true ! 

2  Justice  and  truth  He  ever  loves. 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  proves  ; 

His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  made  ; 
How  wide  they  shine  from  north  to  south  ? 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  his  mouth 

Were  all  the  starry  hosts  arrayed. 

3  He  gathers  the  wide-flowing  seas. 
And  pours  them  by  his  wise  decrees 

In  the  vast  storehouse  of  the  deep: 
i{n      He  spake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth  ! 

And  fii'es  and  seas^  and  hea'vn  and  earth 
His  everlasting  orders  keep. 

J)    4  Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
A  God  of  such  resistless  power. 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage : 
Vain  are  their  thoughts,  and  weak  their  hands  ; 
<       But  his  eternal  counsel  stands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age,     watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Mendon,  Ellenthorpe. 
Rejoicing  in  God, 
1  REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
For  sure  and  faithful  is  his  word  ; 


PSALM  33.  79 

Jehovah's  works  are  just  and  true, 
Loud  songs  of  praise  to  Him  are  due. 

M    2  By  his  command  the  heav'ns  were  made. 
By  Him  the  earth's  foundations  laid  ; 
He  kindled  all  the  orbs  of  light. 
And  ocean  spread  with  waters  bright. 

3  Let  all  the  earth,  then,  stand  in  awe. 
And  keep  Jehovah's  sacred  law, 
<:        For,  when  He  spake,  the  woi'lds  uprose, — 
>       When  He  shall  speak,  their  race  will  close  ! 

—  4  Blest  are  the  people  of  his  love, 

Cheer'd  by  his  gospel  from  above, — 
P         Guarded  by  his  unsleeping  eye, 
mf      By  Him  conducted  to  the  sky !         allen. 

Third  Versiox. — C.  I\L   Dedham.   Albany. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

II    1  REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
This  work  belongs  to  you  5 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  just,  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
Ye  saints,  his  grace  and  goodness  bless, 
And  sing  his  w  ondrous  name. 

f     3  His  wisdom  and  almighty  word 
The  heavenly  arches  spread, 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  shining  hosts  were  made. 

dol  4  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep  ; 
The  flowing  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  their  own  stations  keep. 

f     5  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rage. 
And  breaks  their  vain  designs: 
His  counsel  stands  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  shines!        watts. 


80  PSALM  33,  34. 

Fourth  Version.— 7s.  EdijfiehL   Southampton. 
Safety  in  God. 

1  BLEST  the  Nation,  which  the  Lord 
Well  enlightens  ^Yith  his  word! 
Blest  the  People  of  his  love, 

Rich  in  treasures  from  above  ! 

2  God  from  his  exalted  throne 

All  man's  works  and  thoughts  hath  kno\\Ti  ; 
Armed  hosts  save  not  the  king. 
Nor  swift  horse  can  safety  bring. 

S  Lo,  Jehovah's  eye  and  arm 

Keep  his  servants  from  all  harm  ; 
mp      They,  who  in  his  mercy  trust, 
Stand  uncrumbled  into  dust. 

Aff  4  Waits  our  soul  on  Thee.  0  Lord, 
We  believe  thy  faithful  word  ; 
Then  let  mercy  on  us  shine  I 
Give  us  peace  and  joy  divine  !         allen. 


34.     First  Version. — L.  M.  Linden.  VxhAdgt, 
God's  Answer  to  Prayer. 

1  LORD,  I  will  bless  Thee  all  my  days, 
Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song. 

2  Come,  magaify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  ; 

I  sought  th'  eternal  God,  and  He 
Kas  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  shame. 

mp  3  I  told  Him  all  my  secret  grief, 

My  secret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

—  4  To  Him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes  ; 

On  them  his  rays  celestial  shine  ; 
p         A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  skies 
mf      Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 

—  5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men,  who  serve  the  Lord  ; 


PSALM  34.  81 

f         O,  fear  and  love  Him,  all  ye  saints, 

Taste  of  his  grace  and  trust  his  >vord.      watts. 

Second  Versiox. — L.  M.  Bernard.   Rockingham. 
Religious  Education, 

1  CHILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy. 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue. 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days. 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  state, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  sinful  ways, 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

3  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  -, 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
^^^hen  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

4  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  souls  from  death  ; 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones. 

They  in  his  praise  employ  their  breath,  watts. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.    Corinth.   Coventry. 
Praise  for  God^s  Mercy. 
Aff  1  I'LL  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day. 
How  good  are  all  his  ways? 
Ye  humble  souls,  that  love  to  pray. 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praise. 

2  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  sinner  cried  ; — 

Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  shame. 
Nor  was  his  suit  denied. 

3  0,  sinners,  come  and  taste  his  love, 
Come,  learn  his  pleasant  ways. 
And  let  your  o\^*n  experience  prove 

P         The  sweetness  of  his  grace. 

—  4  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Round  where  his  children  dwell  ; 
\yhat  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents. 
No  earthlv  tongue  can  tell. 


S2  PSALM  34. 

5  O,  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his  ; 
His  eye  regards  the  just ; 
How  richly  blest  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  trust! 


WATTS. 


Fourth  VersiOxX. — C.  M.  Arlington.    Woodstock 
Exhortation  to  Holiness. 

1  COME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  that  your  days  be  long. 

Let  not  a  false  or  spiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mischief,  practise  love, 
Pursue  the  work  of  peace, 

So  shall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  set  your  souls  at  ease. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  just, 
His  ears  attend  their  cry: 
When  broken  spirits  dwell  in  dust, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  When  desolation,  like  a  flood, 
O'er  the  proud  sinner  rolls, 

mp      Saints  fmd  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  He  redeem'd  their  souls.         watts. 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.  St.  Martins.  Irish. 
God  protecting  and  blessing  his  Servants. 
Aff  1  0,  COME,  and  praise  the  Lord  with  me  ; 
Let  us  extol  his  name  ! 
My  soul  shall  boast  his  mercy  free, 
His  saving  pow'r  proclaim. 

2  Safe  guarded  by  his  mighty  hand, 
His  saints  his  mercy  prove  ; 
Around  them  angels  watchful  stand, 
God's  ministers  of  love! 

3  O,  come,  and  see,  that  God  is  good. 
And  all  his  kindness  own  ; 

Daily  He  gives  his  servants  food, 
No  want  shall  press  them  down. 

—  4  Young  lions  in  their  hunger  roar, 
And  roam  around  for  prey : — 


PSALM  34,  35.  83 

God  from  his  unexhausted  store 
mf       Supplies  his  saints  ahvay  !  allen. 

Sixth  Version. — S.  31.  St.  Thomas.  Paddiiigtoji. 
Advice  to  Youth. 

1  COME,  hearken  unto  me, 

Ye  children,  much-lov'd  youth! 
Come,  learn  to  fear  God's  majesty, 
And  prize  his  changeless  truth. 

2  Long  life  do  ye  desire, 
And  good  without  alloy  .^ 

Then  keep  your  lips  from  guile  and  ire, 
And  spread  around  you  joy. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  on  high 
Are  ever  on  the  good  ; 

His  ears  are  open  to  their  cry 
In  ev'ry  griefful  mood. 

mp  4  And,  while  with  angr}-  frown 
The  wicked  He  doth  smite, 
To  righteous  men  He  will  come  down 

mf      In  wondrous  mercy's  might ! 

p     5  To  all  of  broken  heart 

The  God  of  love  is  nigh, 
mf      A  cheering  word  of  hope  t'  impart, 

And  chase  each  gloomy  sigh. 

—  6  And  though  afflictions  throng 

Around  the  good  man's  head, 
mf      Complaint  shall  yield  to  joyful  song, 

And  soon  all  wo  is  fled !  allex. 


.     First  Yersion. — L.  3L  Hebron.    Uxbridge. 
Prayer  for  Help. 

1  0,  RIGHTEOUS  Lord,  for  me  appear,^ 
Take  hold  of  shield  and  glitt'ring  spear, — 
Or  let  thine  angel  wing  his  flight 

My  causeless  foes  to  chase  from  sight. 

2  Mine  enemies  have  spread  their  net, 
And  for  my  feet  their  snare  have  set  ; 
In  their  own  net  let  them  be  caught, 
Their  feet  to  their  own  pit-fall  brought ! 


84 


PSALM  35,  36. 


3  Grant  me  salvation  ;  then  my  voice 
mf      Shall  praise  Thee,  and  my  soul  rejoice. 
And  all,  that  my  deliv'rance  see, 
Shall,  for  thy  mercy,  trust  in  Thee. 

mp  4  Hast  Thou  not  seen  my  heart  sincere? 

Then  let  thy  saving  hand  be  near  ; 
mf      So  shall  thy  saints  lift  up  their  song. 

And  heav'n  the  praise  of  earth  prolong!  allen.    . 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Arlington.  Woodstock, 
Love  to  Enemies. 

1  BEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
That  holy  David  shows  ; 
See  how  his  kind  affections  move 
To  his  afflicted  foes ! 

2  When  they  are  sick,  his  soul  complains. 
And  seems  to  feel  the  smart ; 

p         The  spirit  of  the  gospel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  They  groan  and  curse  him  on  their  bed. 
Yet  still  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 

—  And  double  blessings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

mf  4    O,  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace! 

Thus  Christ,  the  Lord,  appears  ; 

While  sinners  curse,  the  Savior  prays, 
p         And  pities  them  with  tears. 

—  5  He,  the  true  David,  Israel's  King, 

Blest  and  belov'd  of  God, 
For  us  a  needful  offering 
Paid  his  own  dearest  blood.  watts. 


36.  First  Version. — L,  M.  St,  Pauls,  Blendon, 

Perfections  of  God. 

1  HIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 

Thy  truth  shall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud, 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands. 

As  naountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 


PSALM  36.  85 

Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  Providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share  ; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge. 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs? 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  Within  thy  house  shall  we  repose. 
And  there  be  fed  with  sweet  repast  ; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 

The  glories,  promis'd  in  thy  word.         watts. 

Secoxd  Ver. — L.  M.    Sherburne.   Duke  Street, 
Perfections  of  God. 

1  IN  yon  blue  heav'ns  thy  mercy  dwells, 
mf      Through  all  the  skies  thy  counsels  sweep, 

Thy  truth  the  mountains  great  o'erswells. 
Thy  judgments  are  like  ocean  deep. 

2  How  rich  thy  providence,  0  Lord? 
How  wide  thy  loving-kindness  spread? 

—  Therefore  men  trust  thy  faithful  word. 
And  from  thy  house  are  amply  fed. 

mp  3  Of  pleasure's  overflowing  stream, 

Out  gushing  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Thy  saints  shall  drink,  and  never  deem, 

>       Life's  fountain  can  be  drain'd  or  dry, 

—  4  Earth's  mists  and  darkness  all  shall  flee^ 

And  light  pour  on  them  as  a  flood, — 
mf      In  God's  o\^^l  light  they  light  shall  see, 

And  taste  illimifable  good]  allen. 

S 


86 


PSALM  36. 


Third  Version. — C.  M.  Colchester.  St.  Anns, 
God  an  unfailing  Spring  of  Good. 

1  THY  justice  shall  maintain  its  throne. 
Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 

Thy  jadgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep,  unfathom'd  sea. 

2  Above  these  heav'n's  created  rounds 
Thy  mercies  J  Lord,  extend  ; 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds, 
>       Where  time  and  nature  end. 

—  3  From  Thee,  when  creature-streams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
mf      Perpetual  springs  of  life  shall  flow, 
And  raise  our  pleasures  high. 

—  4  Though  all  created  light  decay, 
p        And  death  close  up  our  eyes, 

f<      Thy  presence  makes  eternal  day, 

>•       Where  clouds  can  never  rise  !  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — C.  INL  Dundee.  London. 

God's  Love  and  Grace. 
Aff  1   O,  GOD,  how  doth  thy  love  and  grace 

Excel  all  earthly  things? 

Therefore  the  sons  of  men  do  place 

Their  trust  beneath  thy  \>dngs. 

2  With  fatness  of  thy  house  on  high 
Thou  wilt  thy  saints  sutlice, 
And  make  them  drink  abundantly 
The  rivers  of  thy  joys. 

mp  3  Because  the  spring  of  life  most  pure 

Doth  ever  flow  from  Thee  ; 
mf      And  in  thy  light  we  shall  be  sure 

Eternal  light  to  see  !  R.  Baxter. 

Fifth  Version. — S,  M.  Olmutz.  Inverness. 
Majesty  of  God. 
1  WHEN  man  grows  bold  in  sin, 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"He  hath  no  fear  of  God  within, 
Nor  fear  before  his  eves.-' 


PSALM  36,  37.  87 

raf  2  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear  ; 
His  justice,  hid  behind  a  cloud. 
Shall  one  great  day  appear ! 

—  3  His  truth  transcends  the  sky. 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell  ; 
Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie, 
len      His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

Aff  4  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs? 

O,  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  underneath  his  wings!         watts. 

Sixth  Versiox. — 8,7,4*4.  Meredith.    Kendall. 
God^s  Love  to  Man. 

1  LORD,  thy  Mercy  far  transcendeth 
Yonder  heavens  in  its  height  ; 
Lord,  thy  Faithfulness  extendeth 

<o     Far  beyond  the  orbs  of  light  ; 

—  And  thy  Judgments 

>       Are  a  deep,  unfathom'd  quite. 

2  Thou  both  man  and  beast  preservest, 
Guarding  with  thy  watchful  care  ; 

AfF      Thou  for  wondrous  love  deservest 

Man's  firm  trust  and  grateful  prayer  ; 

0,  what  kindness 
Do  thy  earthly  children  share ! 

—  3  They  shall  feed, — and  hunger  never, — 

In  thy  house  on  truth  and  joy; 
Thou  shall  make  them  drink  forever 
Of  thy  flowing  streams  on  high  ; 
mf  Thou  the  fountain. 

Fount  of  Life  in  vonder  skv !         allen. 


37.  First  Ver.— C.  M.  .Yichols.    Tallis'  Chant 
Cure  of  Envy  and  Unbelief. 
P     1  AS  flow'ry  grass,  cut  dow^n  at  noon, 
Before  the  evening  fades. 
So  shall  proud  sinners  vanish  soon 
In  everlasting  shades. 


83  PSALM  37. 

—  2  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust. 
And  practise  all,  that's  good; 
So  shall  I  dwell  among  the  just. 
And  He'lFprovide  me  food. 

3  I  to  my  God  my  wa^'s  commit. 
And  cheerfid  wait  his  will  ; 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet. 
Shall  my  desires  fulfil. 

3  Mine  innocence  shalt  Thou  display. 
And  make  thy  judgments  known. 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day. 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

5  The  meek  possess  the  earth^at  last. 
And  are  the  heirs  of  heaven  ; 
True  riches,  which  forever  last. 
To  humble  souls  are  given.         watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  JVichols,  Princeton, 
True  Religion, 

1  WHY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast, 
And  grow  profanely  bold? 

The  meanest  portion  of  the  just 
Excels  the  sinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends. 
But  ne'er  designs  to  pay  ; 

The  saint  is  merciful,  and  lends. 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  gives 
Among  the  sons  of  need  ; 

His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives. 
And  blessed  is  his  seed. 

3  The  law  and  gospel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word. 
His  feet  shall  never  slide. 

5  When  sinners  fall,  the  righteous  stand, 
Preserv'd  from  ev'ry  snare ; 
mf      They  shall  possess  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  forever  there  I        wa.tts. 


PSALM  37.  89 

Third  Version. —  C.  M.  Arlington.   Albany, 
The  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

1  MY  Godj  the  steps  of  pious  men 
Are  order 'd  by  thy  will  ; 

Though  they  should  fall,  they  rise  again, 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  He  approves  ; 

He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men,  He  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs. 
Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 

He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heiri 
Of  blessings  long  to  come. 

4  The  haughty  sinner  have  I  seen, 
Not  fearing  man,  nor  God, 

mf      Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

mp  5  And  lo,  he  vanish'd  from  the  ground, 
Destroy'd  by  hands  unseen : 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been  !         watts. 

Fourth  Versiox. — C.  M.  Marloiv.  Dundee, 
The  Wicked  not  to  be  envied. 
3linor. 
1  LET  not  an  envious  spirit  rise 
Tow'rds  prosp-rous  wickedness, 
p         For  soon  the  proudest  sinner  dies 
In  pam  and  sad  distress. 

—  2  In  pow'r  the  wicked  have  I  seen, 
Array 'd  in  pomp  and  pride, 
Like  a  fan*  bay-tree,  fresh  and  green, 
That  spreads  its  branches  wide  ; 

rap  3  But  soon  from  height  of  greatness  cast, 

And  no  where  to  be  founB, 

Like  tree,  uprooted  by  the  blast, 
>       And  levelled  to  the  ground. 
8* 


90  PSALM  37. 

Major. 

—  4  Far  difPrent  is  the  end  serene 

Of  good  men  ;  and  they  rise 
mf      To  flourish  in  immortal  green. 

The  trees  of  paradise !  allen. 

Fifth  Version. — S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Paddington. 
Reward  of  Charity. 

1  THE  good  man's  steps  and  ways 
Are  order'd  by  the  Lord, 

Sav'd  from  the  pit-fall,  that  betrays, 
Upheld  by  God's  own  word ! 

2  Once  young,  I  now  am  old. 
Yet  never  did  my  eyes 
Forsaken  Righteous  Man  behold, — 
His  seed  in  beggar's  guise. 

3  With  gen'rous  hand  and  free 
He  scatters  joy  abroad: — 

naf      The  harvest  shall  his  offspring  see, — 
A  sure  and  rich  reward !  allen. 

Sixth  Version. — S.  P.  M.  Dalston.  Bethel, 
Blessedness  of  the  Righteous. 
1  YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Trust  in  his  faithful  word. 

And  in  his  service  take  delight ; 
To  Him  commit  your  way, 
mf      Then,  like  clear  noon  of  day. 

Your  righteousness  shall  shine  forth  bright. 

—  2  From  anger  cease  and  wrath, 

To  meekness  be  not  loth. 

But  be  ye  blessed  sons  of  peace  ; 

Then  shall  the  Lord  defend. 

And  guide  you  to  your  end. 

And  pour  upon  you  earth's  increase. 

3  The  wicked,  though  high  grown, 
Shall  soon  be  overthrown. 

Like  tree,  by  feller's  axe  brought  low  ; 
p       In  the  great  judgment  day. 
Struck  with  a  wild  dismay. 
They  will  perdition's  sorrows  know,     allen. 


PSALM  38.  91 

38.   First  Ver. — I^.M.  Sunderland.  Windham, 
Confession  ajid  Supplication  in  Trouble. 

Aff  1  O,  LORD,  have  pity  on  my  soul, 

Thy  heavy  hand  now  presseth  sore : — 
These  raging  storms  of  ill  control, 
And  give  thy  servant  peace  once  more. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  art  right,  for  I  am  vile  ; 
My  sins  are  gone  hisfh  o'er  my  head, 
Like  water-flood,  which  in  short  while 
Swells  o'er  its  banks  and  wide  is  spread. 

3  My  failing  strength,  my  panting  heart, 
And  dimness,  spreading  o'er  my  eyes. 
But  teach  me,  Lord,  how  just  Thou  art. 
And  righteous,  though  thy  servant  dies. 

4  Lovers  and  friends  now  stand  aloof, 
L^nsympathising  in  my  wo  ; 

This  of  my  sin  but  gives  me  proof, — 
Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercy  let  me  know. 

5  In  Thee  1  hope,  on  Thee  I  wait, 
Thy  rich  and  wondrous  grace  I  crave, 
O,  Lord,  my  misery  abate, 

0,  God  of  my  salvation,  save  !         allen. 

Second  Versiox. — C.  M.  Eastport.  Blackburn. 
Conscious  Guilt  and  Relief. 
Aff  1  AMIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love. 
Restore  thy  servant,  Lord  ; 
Nor  let  a  father's  chast'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword. 

2  My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear. 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
The  burden.  Lord,  I  cannot  bear. 
Nor  e'er  the  guilt  atone. 

3  All  my  desire  to  Thee  is  kno^vn, 
Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear  ; 
And  ev'ry  sigh,  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear, 

4  I  will  confess  my  guilt  to  Thee, 
And  all  my  sin  deplore  ; 


92  PSALM  39. 

I'll  mourn  how  weak  my  graces  be. 
And  seek  thy  mighty  power. 

5  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  past. 
And  be  forever  nigh  ; 
O,  Lord  of  my  salvation,  haste, 
>       Before  thy  servant  die !        watts. 


39.    First  Ver. — L.  M.  Windham,  Sunderland. 

Shortness  of  Life. 
p     1  MAKE  me,  O  Lord,  mine  end  to  know, 
My  life,  how  quickly  it  doth  flow, 
That  I  my  frailty  may  perceive, 
And  in  thy  promises  believe. 

2  My  life  is  but  a  shadow  vain, 
That  quickly  passes  o'er  the  plain. 
And  all  my  time  is  nought  to  Thee, 
Thou  God  of  vast  eternity ! 

3  A  shad'wy  image,  Lord,  is  man, 
His  greatest  age  is  but  a  span  ; 
In  vain  he  toils  in  heat  and  cold, 

Nor  knows,  for  whom  he  lays  up  gold. 

Aff  4  My  hope,  0  Lord,  I  place  in  Thee, 
O,  pardon  mine  iniquity  ; 
Hear,  O  my  God,  my  sad  complaint ; 
Beneath  thy  chast'ning  blow  I  faint. 

5  When  man  Thou  strikest  in  thy  wrath, 
His  beauty  fades,  as  by  the  moth  ; 
Lord,  hear  my  humble,  earnest  cry, 
And  bring  thy  saving  mercy  nigh. 

6  I'm  here  a  stranger,  near  despair  ; 
A  wand'rer,  as  my  fathers  were  ; 

O,  spare  me,  and  my  strength  restore, 
len      Ere  I  depart  and  be  no  more !         allen. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Jlmboy,    Stephens. 
Prudence  and  Zeal. 
1  THUS  I  resolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
"Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word, 
Or  do  my  neighbor  wrong." 


PSALM  39.  93 

2  If  I  am  e'er  constrain'd  to  stay 
With  men  of  lives  profane, 

I'll  set  a  double  guard  that  day. 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

5  Yet,  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 
I'll  not  be  over-awed, 

mf      But  let  the  scotfing  sinners  hear, 

That  I  can  speak  for  God  !         watts. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  Grafton.  Medjield. 
The  Vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 
mp  1  TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 
I  would  survey   life's  narrow^  space, 

>  And  learn  how^  frail  I  am. 

mp  2  A  span  is  all,  that  we  can  boast. 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move. 
Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 

They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 

>  But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

—  4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show. 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore  ; 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
>•       And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

—  5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for,  then, 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope. 
My  fond  desires  recal  ; 

Aff      I  give  my  mortal  int'rest  up, 

f         And  make  my  God  my  all !        watts. 

Fourth  Version-. — C.  M.  Corinth.  Woodstock 
Sick'hed  Devotion. 
Aff  1  GOD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
Behold  the'pains,  I  feel  ; 


94  PSALM  39. 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 

2  Diseases  are  thy  servants.  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command  ; 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word. 
Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, — 
Remove  my  pains  and  woes  ; 

My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies 
Beneath  repeated  blows 

4  But,  if  Thou  shouldst  my  life  prolong, 
Before  my  last  remove, 

mf      Thy  praise,  O  Lord,  shall  be  my  song, 

And  I'll  declare  thy  love.  watts. 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.    Grafton.  Medjield, 
Brevity  of  Life. 
p     1  TEACH,  Lord,  the  measure  of  my  days, 
Their  end  disclose  to  me: — 
Thine  eye  my  feebleness  surveys, 
My  frailty  let  me  see  ! 

2  An  hand-breadth  is  my  narrow  age. 
My  life  a  passing  cloud  ; 

How  vain  my  earthly  heritage? — 
A  coffin  and  a  shroud ! 

3  When  Thou  on  sinful  man  dost  lay 
Thy  chast'ning  rod  of  wrath, 

His  beauty  is  consum'd  away, 

As  garment  by  the  moth, 
aff  3_ Spare  me,  O  Lord,  ere  I  shall  die, 

And  sojourn  here  no  more  ; 

But  fit  me  for  the  world  on  high, 
f         For  glory  evermore !  allen. 


40.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  JVottingham,  St,  Johns, 
A  Song  of  Deliverance. 
1  I  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
He  bow 'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 
He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 


PSALM  40.  95 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit. 
Where,  mourning,  long  I  lay  ; 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet. 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

mf  3  Firm  on  a  rock  He  made  me  stand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand 
In  a  new,  thankful  song. 

4  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 
The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear  ; 
And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear.         watts. 

Second  Versiox. — C.  INI.  Colchester.  St.  Martins, 
Incarjiation  and  Sacrifice  of  Christ. 

1  THUS  saith  the  Lord,  ''Your  work  is  vain, 
Give  your  burnt  ofF'rings  o'er  5 

In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  slain 
My  soul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  spake  the  Son,  ''My  God,  behold! 
I'm  here  to  do  thy  will  ; 

Whate'er  thy  sacred  books  unfold, 
Thy  servant  shall  fulfil." 

5  And  see, — the  Savior  blest  hath  come  ! 
[  Th'  eternal  Son  appears  ; 

I  This  lowly  earth  He  makes  his  home, 

\  A  human  form  He  wears. 

I  4  No  blood  of  beasts,  on  altars  shed, 

j  Could  wash  the  conscience  clean  ; 

'  But  the  rich  sacrifice.  He  paid, 

Atones  for  all  our  sin. 

ff    5  Then  was  the  great  salvation  spread, 
And  justice  triuinph'd  well  ; 
Bruis'd  was  the  serpent's  wily  head, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fell !         watts. 

Third  Version. — C.  P.  M.  SomerviUe.  Foster. 
Christ  our  Sacrifice. 
1  THY  works  how  wonderful  and  great, 
[  How  high,  Jehovah,  is  thy  state," 


96  PSALM  40. 

Thy  majesty  how  bright? 
Yet  not  in  glorious  worlds  above 
Is  seen  so  clear  thy  matchless  love. 

As  in  the  Gospel's  light. 

2  The  Savior  says, — ^"No  sacrifice 
Dost  Thou  require,  no  victim  dies. 

The  stain  of  sin  t'  efface  ; 
I,  the  last  victim  for  the  knife, 
Resign  for  men  my  blood  and  life. 

To  save  the  ruin'd  race. 

3  "To  do  thy  will  is  my  delight  ; 
Thy  holy  doctrines,  pure  and  bright, 

I  have  proclaim'd  abroad  ; 
Thy  grace,  thy  mercy's  wondrous  power, 
Now  reaching  the  predicted  hour, 

I  have  declar'd,  O  God ! 

p     4  '^In  my  near  suff 'ring  hour,  0  Lord, 
Sustain  Me  by  thy  faithful  word, 
And  lift  Me  from  the  grave  !" — 
^Twas  thus  our  blest  Redeemer  cried. 
And  then  upon  the  cross  He  died  ; — 

mf  But  now  He  lives  to  save  !        allen. 

Fourth  Version. — L.  M.  London.  Pentonville. 
Prayer  of  the  Penitent. 
p     1  MY  sins  oppress  my  soul, 
I  dare  not  lift  my  eye  ; 

—  The  crested  waves  of  sorrow  roll 
And  dash  most  furiously  ! 

aff  2  When  now  my  heart  doth  fail. 

Be  pleas'd,  0  Lord,  to  save ! 
mf      Thine  arm  for  rescue  can  avail  ; 

In  vain  my  foes  shall  rave ! 

3  O,  put  them  all  to  flight ! 
mp      Let  those,  who  love  thy  name, 
mf      Be  glad  in  Thee  and  in  thy  light, 
>       While  foes  sink  down  in  shame. 

—  4  Let  all,  O  Lord,  who  Thee 

And  thy  salvation  love. 
Extol  on  earth  thy  mercy  free, 
f         And  shout  thy  praise  above  !         allen. 


PSALM  40,  41.  97 

Fifth  Version. — 8  <^'  7s.  Jerauld.  Dane, 
Salvation  in  Answer  to  Prayer. 
1  WAITING  for  the  Lord  in  prayer, 
Lo,  He  heard  my  earnest  cry  ! 
>-       From  my  deep  and  dark  despair 

—  He  my  soul  hath  lifted  high. 

p     2  From  the  pit,  where  horror  mazes. 
From  the  mires,  which  effort  mock. 
He  my  struggling  feet  upraises, 

f         And  hath  set  them  on  a  Rock ! 

—  3  And  a  song,  all  new  and  cheerful, 

He  hath  waken'd  on  my  tongue, — 
Praise  to  Him,  most  e^ood,  though  fearful, 
f         Praise,  which  endless  years  prolong ! 

—  4  Come,  then,  all  my  joys  now  hearing, 

Come  and  make  the  Lord  your  trust; 
p         Then,  the  pit  of  hell  not  fearing, 
f         Ye  shall  dwell  with  all  the  just !         allen. 


41.    First  Ver. — L.  3L  Bernard.    Rockingham, 

The  compassionate  Man. 
mp  1  BLEST  is  the  man,  whose  heart  doth  move. 
And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
"Whose  soul,  by  sympathising  love. 
Feels  what  his  fellow  saints  endure. 

—  2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good,  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
He,  in  a  time  of  gen'ral  grief. 
Shall  find,  the  Lord  hath  mercy  too ! 

mp  3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
With  secret  blessings  on  his  head. 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiven  ; 
raf      Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 

Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heav'n  !         watts. 
9 


98  PSALM  41. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.   Somey^s.  Brighton, 
Blessings  on  the  Charitable. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man,  who  loves  the  poor, 

Nor  lets  the  sufPrer  plead  in  vain. 
Who  gives,  as  God  has  bless'd  his  store, 
And  deems  such  distribution  gain ; 
mp       In  his  dark  night  of  wo  and  fear 
God  with  deliv'rance  will  be  near! 

2  When  languishing  upon  his  bed, 

And  pain  and  grief  his  peace  devour, 
mf      Thy  hand,  0  Lord,  shall  lift  his  head. 

And  bring  back  nature's  failing  power; 
—       His  faded  bloom  Thou  wilt  revive, 
And  say,  ''O,  child  of  mercy,  live!" 

atf  3  Forgive,  O  Lord,  my  selfish  heart, 
Enlarge  my  charity  and  zeal, 
Thy  saving  pow'r  and  grace  impart. 

That  I  the  strength  of  love  may  feel  ; 
Then  to  my  soul  shall  peace  be  given. 
And  I  shall  praise  thy  love  in  heaven  !     allen. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.  Severely.    Dover, 
The  beneficent  Man, 

1  THAT  man  is  blest  indeed. 
To  whom  the  poor  are  dear  ; 
The  Lord,  in  his  sad  hour  of  need. 
His  Savior  will  appear. 

mp  2  When  stretched  upon  the  bed 

Of  sickness  and  of  wo, 
mf      The  Lord  his  mercies,  bounteous  spread, 

Shall  make  him  joyful  know  ! 

aff  3  Thy  favor.  Lord,  to  me, 

Unworthy,  still  extend  ; 
mf       Give  me  the  bliss  of  charity, — 

Heavens  glory  without  end  !         allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 7s.  Prentiss,  Edyjield, 

The  beneficent  Man. 
1  HAPPY  is  the  man,  whose  mind, 
Gen'rous,  merciful,  and  kind. 


PSALM  42.  99 

Feels  a  sufPring  brother's  woes  ; 
To  the  poor  whose  bounty  flows. 

2  God  shall  with  his  strength  sustain, 
p         When  he  languishes  with  pain: 
When  disease  invades  his  head, 
He  his  couch  shall  softly  spread. 

S  Pitying  all  our  human  woes, 
Jesus  thus  his  grace  bestows: 
mf      He,  sustain'd  by  pow'r  divine. 

Bids  his  favor  round  us  shine  !  goode. 


42.    First  Version'. — I.. INI.  Hamburg.  S\''azareth. 
Hope  in  Affliction. 
p     1   MY  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord, — 
—       But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind. 
And  times  of  past  distress  record. 
When  I  have  found,  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noise. 
Swell  like  a  sea,  and  round  me  spread; 
Thy  water-spouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  rising  waves  roll  o^er  my  head. 

mp  S  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  address  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove; 
The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray. 

f     4  Thy  light  and  truth  shall  guide  me  still; 
Thy  word  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
My  God,  my  most  exceeding  joy !         watts. 

Second  Version-. — L.3L  Hingham.  Appleton. 

Despondence  and  Hope  in  God. 
Aff  1   AS  pants  the  hart  for  water  brooks. 

So  pants,  0  God,  my  soul  for  Thee  ! 

To  Thee  my  thirsty  spirit  looks; 

0,  when  shall  I  thy  presence  see  ,'' 

mp  2  Why,  O  my  soul,  art  thou  cast  down  ? 

Why  this  disquiet  in  my  breast  : 
mf      Hope  thou  in  God;  for.'^though  He  frown, 

His  grace  and  love  shall  make  thee  blest ! 


100 


PSALM  42. 


—  3  Where  mountains  rise,  and  torrents  flow, 
My  burden'd  soul  remembers  Thee, — 
By  Jordan's  stream,  mid  Hermon's  snow, — 
When  waves  of  trouble  rush  o'er  me. 

4  Still,  Lord,  thy  goodness  cheers  my  day. 
And  in  the  night  thy  song  I  sing  ; 
aff      In  Thee  I  trust,  to  Thee  I  pray, 

To  Thee,  my  Rock,  my  God,  my  King  ! 

p     5  Why,  0  my  soul,  art  thou  cast  down  ? 

Why  this  disquiet  in  my  breast  ? 
mf      Hope  thou  in  God  ;  for  though  He  frown. 

His  grace  and  love  shall  make  thee  blest  ! 

ALLEN. 

Third  Version. — L.  M.  Hingham.   Appleton. 

Despondence  and  Hope  in  God. 
p     1  WHY,  O,  my  soul,  art  thou  cast  low  ? 

And  why  this  dark  disquietude  ? 

mf      Hope  thou  in  God: — 1  yet  shall  know 

His  mercy's  widest  amplitude  ! 

p     2  My  soul  within  me  is  cast  down; 

—  Yet,  Lord,  I  Thee  remember  still 

From  land,  where  rocks  and  deserts  frown, 
From  Jordan's  waste  and  Hermon's  hill. 

3  Deep  calleth  unto  mighty  deep  ; 
p         Thy  billows  have  gone  o'er  my  soul  ; — 

—  Yet,  Lord,  thy  promise  Thou  wilt  keep, 
mf      And  all  these  raging  waves  control  ! 

p     4  Why,  0  my  soul,  art  thou  cast  low  ? 

And  why  this  dark  disquietude? 
mf      Hope  thou  in  God:  I  yet  shall  know 

His  mercy's  widest  amplitude  !        allen. 

Fourth  Version. — CM.     Spencer,   St.  Anns. 

Desertion  and  Hope. 
aff  1  WITH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  look  ; 

—  So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 

aff  2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace. 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 


PSALM  42.  101 

So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face  J 

My  heart  endures  with  pain.  "3 

8  Temptations  vex  my  weary  soul,  ]\ 

And  tears  are  my  repast  ;  ! 

—      The  foe  insults  without  control, — 

*'  And  Where's  your  God  at  last  !''  : 

4  I'll  trust  in  God,  whose  mighty  hand  ^ 

Can  all  my  woes  remove, 
mf      For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand,  I 

x\nd  sing  restoring  love  !  watts. 

Fifth  Version'. — C.  M.     Laurens.  Downs,  j 

Thirsting  for  God.  \ 

Aff  1  AS  pants  the  hart  for  water  brook,  ' 

AVhen  worried  in  the  chase,  i 

So,  Lord,  I  pant  for  Thee,  and  look 

For  thv  restorino^  a'race.  ! 

2  For  Thee  my  fainting  spirit  thirsts,  | 
O,  God,  the  living  God  !  j 
As  water  from  the  rock  outbursts,  i 
So  pour  thy  joys  abroad  !  ' 

3  When  in  thy  house  with  joyful  voice  j 
Shall  I  extol  thy  love  ?  '  j 
O,  when,  with  all  thy  saints  rejoice  ! 
In  thy  blest  courts  above  ?  i 

p     4  Why,  O,  my  soul,  art  thou  cast  down,  j 

And  why  this  wild  amaze  r  j 

mf      Hope  thou  in  God  ;  so,  near  his  throne,  | 

Thou  shalt  sing  forth  his  praise  !  allzk.  j 

Sixth  Version. — S.  M.      Cedron.  Lathrop. 
Longing  after  God. 
Aff  1  AS  for  the  water  brook 

The  chased  hart  doth  pant ; 
So  unto  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  look, 
For  Thee  my  soul  doth  faint  ! 
2  For  Thee,  O  God,  I  thirst, 
I  would  before  Thee  come  ; 
When  from  the  Rock  shall  streams  outburst, 
To  cheer  mv  journey  home  ? 
'9* 


102  PSALM  42,  43. 

3  My  tears,  both  clay  and  night, 

Have  flovv'd,  while  foes  have  said, — 
—       "Where  is  thy  God?  and  where  the  light, 
Which  He  for  thee  hath  spread?" 

p     4  Why,  0  my  soul,  art  thou 

Cast  down  in  dread  amaze? 
mf      Hope  thou  in  God  ;— I  yet  shall  know 

His  pow'r,  and  give  Him  praise !  allen. 

Seventh  Ver. — 8  &  7s.   Sicily,    Cesarea, 
The  Waters  of  Life  from  Christ. 
mp  1  AS  the  hart  for  water  panteth, 
Hot  and  weary  in  the  chase. 
So  my  soul  for  Thee,  Lord,  fainteth, 
mf      For  thy  rich  and  flowing  grace  ! 

aff  2  Lord,  for  Thee  my  soul  now  thirsteth, 

And  for  Thee  I  long  and  sigh: — 
<:      Ah,  I  see !  the  stream  outbursteth ! 
mf      I  shall  drink,  and  never  die !  allen. 


43.  First  Version. — L.  31.  Danvers.  JVazareth. 
God's  Favor  besought. 

1  TEMPTED,  oppress'd,  o'erwhelm'd  with  grief. 
In  vain  I  seek  some  glad  relief; 

aff       O,  why,  my  God,  dost  Thou  deny 

Thine  aid,  swift-coming  from  the  sky  ? 

2  Behold  me  in  this  gloom  of  night! 

O,  shed  thy  cheering  beams  of  light  ; — 

O,  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill, — 

My  heart  with  thy  good  promise  fill. 

mf  3  Then  in  thy  house  with  songs  of  praise 
A  grateful  monument  I'll  raise: 
With  voice  and  harp  I'll  bless  thy  name. 
And  thy  salvation  will  proclaim! 

p     4  Why  art  thou,  O,  my  soul,  cast  do^\Ti? 

Why  is  thy  confidence  overthrown? 
mf      Hope  thou  in  God,  of  glory  bright. 

And  thou  shalt  praise  Him  for  his  might! 

ALLEN. 


PSALM  43.  103 

Secoxd  Version.— C.  M.  Albans.   Coventrxj. 
God  a  Refuge  in  Trouble. 
aff  1  JUDGE  me,   O  God,  maintain  my  right, 
O,  save  me  from  the  foe! 
Do  I  not  trust  thine  arm  of  might? 
Why  then  am  I  cast  low? 

2  O,  send  thy  light  and  truth  to  me, 
To  lead  me  to  thy  hill, 
To  cheer  me  with  thy  promise  free, 
My  soul  with  joy  to  fill! 

mf  3  Then  to  thine  altar  with  delight^ 
Where  oft  my  feet  have  trod, 
I'll  go  with  harp,  and  in  thy  sight 
WiTl  sing  thy  praise,  my  God ! 

P     4  Why  art  thou,  0,  my  soul,  cast  down? 

Why  do  thy  comforts  flee  ? 
mf      Hope  thou  in  God,  for  though  He  frown, 

His  face  shall  beam  on  me  !  allen. 

Third  Version. — 8  4*  Is.  Sicilij.   Wllmot, 
Prayer  in  Trouble. 
Aff  1   GOD  of  love!  behold  my  sadness, 
Plead  my  cause  against  the  strong  ; 
Turn  my  tears  and  gloom  to  gladness, 
Far  remove  my  grievous  wTong. 

2  Let  thy  light,  on  me  outbeaming, 
Guide  me  to  thy  holy  hill  ; 

There,  where  truth  divine  is  gleaming, 
I  shall  taste  thy  mercy  still. 

3  There  to  Thee,  while  heart  rejoices, 
f         Harp  shall  sound  thy  name  abroad  ; 

There,  where  shout  the  holv  voices. 
Thee  Pll  praise,  O  God,  my  God ! 

p     4  Why,  my  soul,  thy  gloom  and  sadness? 

Why  to  dark  despondence  yield? 
—       God  I  yet  shall  praise  with  gladness, 
f         God  my  Strength,  and  Hope,  and  Shield  I 

ALkEN. 


104  PSALM  44. 

44»  First  Ver.— C.  M.  St.  Martins.  Kendall. 
The  Church's  Complaint  in  Persecution. 

1  LORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 

AVhen  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days : — 

2  How  Thou  didst  build  thy  churches  here, 
And  make  thy  gospel  known  ; 

Among  them  did  thine  arm  appear, 
Thy  light  and  glory  shone. 

f     S  In  God  they  boasted  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  song! 

p     4  But  now  our  souls  are  seiz'd  with  shame, 
Confusion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  scoffer  speak  thy  name, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

f     5  Awake,  arise.  Almighty  Lord, 
Our  Savior,  and  our  God! 
We  plead  thy  sure  and  faithful  word, 
The  merits  of  th}'  blood !         watts. 

Second  Version. —  C.  M.  Santee.  Marlow. 
Our  good  Country. 

1  OL^R  ears  have  heard,  O  God,  with  joy, — 
What  oft  our  Fathers  told, — 

The  work,  that  did  thy  hands  employ. 
In  the  past  time  of  old. 

2  How  Thou  didst  crive  them  a  ffood  land, 
By  Thee  all  fenc'd  about,— 

mf      When  iirst,  by  thine  almighty  hand. 
The  heathen  were  cast  out: — 

—  S  A  land  of  hills  and  vales, 
With  iron  in  the  rocks,^- 
Aland  of  balmy,  healthful,  gales, 
O'erspread  with  herds  and  flocks: — 

4  A  land  of  streams  and  brooks, 
Of  lakes  and  wider  seas, 


PSALM  44,  45,  105 

A  land  of  honey  in  the  nooks, 
Of  vines  and  olive  trees! 

5  This  land  they  irain'd  not  by  their  sword, 
m(      Which  bold  right  arm  outsways  ; — 
p         It  was  the  gift  of  thy  good  word, — 
mf      And  Thou  shalt  have  the  praise!  allen. 

Third   Version. — C.  ]M.   Santee.  Marlow. 
God-s  SMercy  to  our  Fathers, 

1  0  LORD,  our  Fathers  oft  have  told, 
With  wonder  and  delight. 

Thy  works  of  glory  done  of  old, 
Displays  of  love  and  might! 

2  How  Thou  the  heathen  didst  expel 
From  this  good  land  and  fair, 
When  thine  avenging  justice  fell, 
And  drove  them  to  despair. 

3  For  not  our  Fathers'  temper-d  sword 
To  them  possession  gave, 

mf      But  thy  right  hand,  0,  faithful  Lord, — 
Thine  arm,  so  strong  to  save ! 

—  4  As  Thee,  their  God,  they  lov'd  to  bless. 
We  boast  Thee  as  our  King! 
O,  therefore,  in  thy  righteousness 
To  us  salvation  bring! 

5  We'll  trust  in  neither  sword  nor  bow, 
When  we  in  tight  engage  : 
Thy  pow'r  shall  soon  subdue  the  foe, 
And  guard  our  heritage!  allen. 


45.  First  Version. — L.  3L  Effingham,  Walton, 
The  Glory  of  Christ. 
1  NOW  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Savior  King  ; 
Love^from  his  lips  divinely  flows. 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

mf  2  Dress  Thee  in  arms,  most  might}^  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  sword, 
In  majesty  and  glory  ride, 
AVith  truth  and  meekness  at  thy  side. 


li 


106  PSALM  45. 

3  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dartj 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  heart, 
p         Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  sweet. 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

mf  4  Thy  throne,  O  God !  forever  stands, 
p         Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 

—  Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right, 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

5  God,  thine  ow^n  God,  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head, 
And  with  his  sacred  Spirit  blest 
His  first  born  Son  above  the  rest.  watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.   Walton.  Duke  Street. 

Christ  and  his  Church. 

1  THE  King  of  saints  we  glorious  see, 
Adorn'd  with  grace  and  majesty  ; 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above. 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen,  array 'd  in  purest  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heavn'ly  dress, 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

5  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own. 
He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne: 

P         Fair  stranger !  let  thy  spirit  hate, 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state : 

—  4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 

In  thee,  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice; 
Let  Him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  adored, 
For  He's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord! 

mf  5  O,  happy  hour,  when  thou  shalt  rise 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies ! 
And  all  ihy  sons,  a  num'rous  train, 
Each,  like  a  prince,  in  glory  reign ! 

6  Let  endless  honors  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praises  spread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve 

mp      The  condescensions  of  his  love.  watts. 


I 


PSALM  45.  107 

Third  Version. — L.  31.  Rothicell.  Farnsworth . 
Christ  and  the  Church. 
fill   GIRD  now  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 
Most  glorious  in  thy  majesty, 
And  go  forth  with  triunjphant  might, 
T'  uphold  the  cause  of  truth  and  right! 

—  2  Thy  throne,  O  Lord,  forever  stands, 

Right  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands: 
Thou  lovest  truth  and  righteousness, 
Therefore  Jehovah  doth  Thee  bless, 

3  With  oilof  joy  He  Thee  anoints. 
And  fragrant  robes  for  Thee  appoints  ; 
Daughters  of  kings  approach  thy  gate, 
And  glad  attend  thy  royal  state. 

mp  4  But  lo  I  there  standeth  at  thy  side, 
With  Thee  in  cov'nant  bonds  allied, 
The  queen,  array'd  in  Ophir-s  gold, 
In  charms  of  beauty  all  untold ! 

—  5  Daughter!  thy  father's  house  forget. 

Thy  people  too,  that  round  thee  met  ; 
Give  to  the  King  thy  heart  entire. 
So  He  thy  beauty  shall  desire. 

6  Unto  the  King  shalt  thou  be  brought, 
In  garments  rich,  with  needles  wrought, 
On  thee  the  joyful  virgins  wait, 
"While  ent'ring  now  the  palace  gate. 

mf  7  Thy  sons  shall  take  the  fathers'  place, 

With  majesty  and  princely  grace  ; 
<        Thy  praise  shall  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
f         Nations  shall  praise  thee  evermore!       allex. 

Fourth  Version. — C.  31.  Dedham.    Conway. 
Glories  and  Government  of  Christ. 
1  I'LL  speak  the  honors  of  my  King, 
His  form  divinely  fair  ; 
None  of  the  race,  on  earth  vrho  spring, 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

f«'  2  Victorious  Prince,  gird  on  thy  sword, 
Ride  with  majestic  sway  \ 


108  PSALM  45. 

Thy  terrors  strike  thy  foes,  0  Lord, 
The  world  shall  Thee  obey  1 

—  3  Thy  throne.  0  God,  forever  stands, 
p         Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 

A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands. 
To  rule  thy  saints  by  love. 

—  4  Justice  and  truth  attend  Thee  still, 

But  mercv  is  thv  choice, 
mf      And  God;  thy  God,  thy  soul  shall  fill 
With  most  peculiar  joys  !         watts. 

Fifth  Versiox. — S.  M.  Soufhfield.    Dover. 
The  Glory  of  Christ 

1  MY  Savior  and  my  King, 
Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 

Of  good  Thou  art  th'  unfailing  spring. 
And  every  grace  is  thine. 

2  Thy  glories  now  display, 

f         Gird  on  thy  dreadful  sword, 

<:       And  spread  in  thy  majestic  sway, 

f         The  conquests  of  thy  word. 

—  3  Thy  laws  are  laws  of  love, 

Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand, 
<o>     And  thy  victorious  gospel  prove 
f         A  sceptre  in  thy  hand  !         watts. 

Sixth  Versiox. — S.  M.  Inverness.    Olney. 
The  Church  the  Bride  of  Christ. 
1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion!  hear  ; 
Thou  queen  in  Ophir'sgold  ; 
Consider  and  incline  thine  ear  ; 
The  King,  thy  Lord,  behold ! 

mp  2  Forget  thy  native  home. 

Thy  people  and  thy  pride  ; — 

No  thought  of  thine  should  ever  roam 

From  Him,  to  thee  allied ! 

nif  3  Princes  thy  sons  shall  be, — 
O'er  all  the  earth  their  sway  ; 
Thy  name  and  race  of  dignity 
Shall  still  endure  alwav !         allen. 


PSALM  45,  46.  109 

Seventh  Version'. — 8  &>  7.  Sicily.  Cesarea. 
Victory  of  Christ. 
f  r»  1  GIRD  thy  sword,  0  King  of  glon! 

Ride  forth  in  majestic  might  ; 
mp      Swift  thine  arrows,  keen  and  gory, — 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  thy  sight! 

n  2    God!  th\'  throne  forever  standeth. 
Righteous  sceptre  Thou  dost  bear: 
Nothing,  which  thy  word  commandeth, 
Law  of  right  can  e'er  impair. 

3  Trial  once  thy  faith  approved. 

Firm,  though  all  thy  friends  did  flee  ; 
Therefore,  God!  thy  God  beloved 
Oil  of  gladness  pour'd  on  Thee! 

mp  4  Jesus  !  on  thy  throne  of  glory  ! 
Let  thy  saints  extol  thy  name  : 
While  they,  wond-ring,  read  thy  story.- 
Let  them  never  dread  thv  shame  !  allen.- 


46.     First   Ver. — L.  M.    Hebron.   Rockinghan^- 
Safety  of  the  Church. 
1   GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 
When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  ofier  our  complaints, 
Behold  Him  present  with  his  aid. 

mf  2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurPd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world  ;--- 

—  Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear ! 

f     3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar  ; 
p         In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 

—  While  every  nation,  ev'ry  shore 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide.- 

p     4  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 
Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through. 
And  wat'ring  our  divine'abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word. 
Our  grief  allavs,  our  fear  controls: 
10 


no  PSALM  46. 

Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

mf  6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  threat'ning  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  fii*m  foundations  move. 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  power ! 

WATTS. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Hebron.  Rockingham. 
Peace  over  the  World. 
1  COME,  and  the  works  of  God  behold! 
He  makes  green  lands  a  wilderness  ; — 
And  now,  in  his  great  love  untold. 
With  beams  of  peace  the  world  doth  bless ! 

mf  2  The  battle  sound  no  ear  shall  hear, 
Nor  ride  the  victor  in  his  car  ; 
God  cuts  asunder  glitt'ring  spear. 
And  burns  the  chariot,  arm'd  for  war! 

p     3  ''Be  still,  and  know,  that  I  am  God! 
Ruling  on  earth,  as  high  above !" — 
mf      Lord,  o'er  the  nations  stretch  thy  rod, 
>       And  quell  all  tumult  into  love!  allen. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  St.  Martinis.  Dundee. 
God  the  Protector  of  the  Church, 

1  OUR  refuge  is  the  God  of  power, — 
Our  strength,  when  foes  assail, — 

A  present  help  in  troublous  hour, 
Whose  aid  shall  never  fail. 

2  Our  hearts  through  fear  shall  never  quake, 
Though  earth  in  terror  be, 

mf      And  though  the  stable  mountains  shake, 
And  slide  into  the  sea: 

3  Although  old  ocean's  waters  roar, 
Upturn'd  by  tempest's  shock, 
And  dash  with  fury  on  the  shore, 
And  move  the  mountain  rock. 

f     4  Zion  is  safe,     p  A  gentle  stream 

Through  all  her  streets  doth  flow, 
—        While  God's  bright  sw^ord  is  seen  to  gleam 
Against  his  Church's  foe !  allen. 


PSALM  46.  Ill 

Fourth  Version, — S.  M.  St,  Thomas.   Olmutz, 
God  a  Refuge, 

1  THE  Lord,  our  God,  is  great, 
A  refuge  for  hi?  saints, 

A  present  help  in  ev'ry  strait, 
Our  hope,  when  nature  faints. 

2  No  fear,  then,  shall  we  feel. 
But  firmest  trust  will  keep, 
Though  hugest,  rocky  mountains  reel, 
And  slide  into  the  deep  ; 

f     3  Though  earth's  foundations  shake, 
And  ocean-waters  roar, 

Whose  swelling  makes  the  mountains  quake, 
Whose  billows  lash  the  shore ! 

p     4  There  glides  a  river  by, 

Which  gladdens  by  its  flood 

The  holy  place  of  God^  most  High, 

Refreshing  all  the  good. 

—  5  Come,  now,  God's  works  proclaim! 

He  maketh  wars  to  cease, 
He  burns  the  chariot  in  the  flame, 
>       And  qu-ells  the  storm  to  peace! 

p     6  God  says,  ''Be  still,  and  know, 

That  I  am  God  alone  !'* 
mf      We  Thee  the  Lord,  our  God,  avow! 

Our  refuge  is  thy  throne  !  allen. 

Fifth  Version:. — 75.  Edijjield,    JVilmot, 
The  Safety  of  Zion, 
1   GOD,  our  strength,  is  ever  near. 
Surest  refuge  in  distress  ; 
Therefore  we  will  never  fear. 
Though  fierce  dangers  round  us  press  ; 

mf  2  Though  the  earth  in  terror  shake, 

And  the  sea  o'erpass  its  shore  ; 
-c^     Though  the  rock-built  mountains  quake, 
-o>     As  the  swelling  waters  roar ! 

—  3  Lo,  a  river  full  is  flowing, 

Gladd'ning  to  the  house  of  God  ; 


112  PSALiM  46. 

Great  the  blessings,  it  is  strowing, 
As  it  pours  its  streams  abroad ! 

p     4  Safe  are  they,  whom  God  doth  love. 
He  beholds  them  with  his  eye  ; 
Naught  their  safety  can  remove, 
They  shall  dwell  with  God  on  high ! 

mf  5  O,  the  Church  of  God,  how  blest! 
Streams  of  life  outpour'd  on  thee ! 
Thine  the  everlasting  rest, 
Glory  in  eternity !  allen. 

Sixth  Version. — 75.  Kimball.  JVurembxcrg. 

God^s  wonderful  Works. 
mf  1   GOD,  the  Lord  of  hosts  on  high. 
Ever  with  his  arm  is  nigh: 
God  of  Jacob!  Thou  wilt  bless 
All,  who  trust  thy  Mightiness ! 

2  Come,  the  works  of  God  behold  ; 
Desolating  works  of  old: 

Vain  the  heathen  Him  withstood  ; 
He  o'erwhelm'd  them  with  his  flood. 

3  Lo,  He  breaks  the  warrior's  bow, 
Cuts  the  pointed  spear  in  two. 
Burns  the  chariot  ;  thus  He  quells 
War's  loud  trump  and  tiend-like  yells ! 

p  4    Then,  be  still,  and  humbly  bow  ; 

Know,  that  God  doth  rule  below  ; 
aff      Thou,  0  God  of  hosts  on  high, 

Art  our  refuge,  ever  nigh  !  allen. 

Seventh  Version. — 8  &,  Is.    Worthing,    Wllmot, 
ZioJi  safe. 
1  LORD,  our  present  help  in  trouble, 
Refuge  to  the  weary  mind. 
We'll  not  fear,  though  earth,  like  stubble, 
Flies  before  the  tempest-wind: — 

mf  2  Though  the  mighty  waves  of  ocean 

Shake  the  rock-built  mountains  down, 
And  the  hills,  in  wild  commotion, 

>       Sink  in  ocean's  depths  unknown. 


PSALM  47.  113 

p     3  Is  there  not  a  gentle  river, 

Gliding  onward  cool  and  slow. 
Whose  refreshing  streams  deliver 
All,  who  drink,  from  thirst  and  wo? 

—  4  Zion  drinks  these  living  waters. 

Flowing  from  the  throne  on  high  ; — 

m(      Zion's  faithful  Sons  and  Daughters^ 

Ye  shall  drink  in  yon  blue  sky  I  allen. 


47.     First  Versiox. — C.  M.  Saniee.  Marloxv, 
Christ  ascending  and  reigning, 
mf  1  O,  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God,  the  sov'reign  Klngl 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing! 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high  ; 
His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  Him,  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound! 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains : 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  He  reigns  I 

—  4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  Him  with  a  solemn  sound 
p         Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

—  5  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne. 

He  lov'd  that  chosen  race  ; 
<       But  now  He  calls  the  world  his  own, 
>•       And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 

mf  6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 
There  Abr'ham's  God  is  known  ; 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  shields  and  sworda 
Submit  before  his  throne  !  watts. 

Second  Version. — L.M.  Pentonville.  Paddington, 
Resurrection  and  Poioer  of  Christ, 
tnf  1  YE  people,  be  ye  glad. 

And  shout  in  loudest  strains, 
10* 


U4  PSALM  47. 

For  Jesus  now  with  light  is  clad. 
O'er  all  the  earth  He  reigns ! 

f     2  He  rose!  O,  earthy  rejoice! 
He's  gone  up  to  the  sky ! 
0,  praise  Him  with  exulting  voice. 
In  songs,  that  never  die  ! 

-r-  3  The  heathen  feel  his  sway, 

And  taste  his  wondrous  love  ; 
mf      Princes  and  kings  his  laws  obey  ; — 

His  throne  is  high  above !  allen. 

Third  Version. — 75.   Bates,  Southampton. 
Exaltation  of  Christ. 
f  M   1  SHOUT,  ye  people,  unto  God! 
When  He  lifts  his  angry  rod, 
Kings  shall  tremble  on  their  throne  ; — 
King  of  kings.  He  reigns  alone  ! 

2  Christ  has  gone  up  to  the  sky, 
Hail'd  with  loud,  exulting  cry: 
Bless  his  name,  rejoice  and  sing, — 
Sound  forth  praises  to  our  King ! 

3  King  of  all  this  earthly  ball, 
Ev'ry  idol  soon  shall  fall  ; 
Soon  the  darkness  pass  away, 
Soon  outbeams  eternal  day ! 

mp  4  Do  we  glory  in  the  cross, 

Deeming  all  besides  but  loss? 
mf      Let  us  seek  to  spread  Christ's  love, 
f         Then  our  home  will  be  above  !  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 7s.  JVuremburg.  Kimball. 
Christ  a  glorious  King. 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

fff  1   CLAP  your  hands,  and  loud  rejoice, 
Shout  to  God  with  triumph's  voice  ! 

CHORUS. 

Dreadful  is  our  God  most  high, 
King  o'er  all  beneath  the  sky ! 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

2  He  his  people's  foes  shall  smite, 
And  subdue  them  by  his  might! 


PSALM  47,  48.  115 

CHORUS. 

—       He  our  heritage  shall  choose, 
Heritage  we  ne'er  shall  lose. 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

f     3  Jesus  went  up  with  a  shout, 
Angels  circling  Him  about! 

CHORUS. 

Praises  sing,  ye  sons  of  men, 
Let  the  heav'ns  outsing  again ! 

4  Jesus  o'er  the  earth  is  King  ; 
Joyfully  his  praises  sing! — 
O'er  the  heathen  is  his  throne. 
All  ye  idol-gods,  bow^  down !  allen. 

Fifth  Ver. — lis.    Pitfsfield.  Portuguese  Hymn. 
Our  heave Jily  King. 

f     1  O,  CLAP  ye  your  hands,  all  ye  people,  with  joy; 

Loud  praise  and  glad  shouts  may  your  lips  well  employ, 
For  Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  the  King  o'er  the  world  ; 

mp      By  Him  all  our  foes  into  ruin  are  hurl'd. 

f     2  The  Lord  is  gone  up  with  a  shout  into  heaven  ; 

Sing  praises!  Let  praises  forever  be  given! 

Let  Jesus  be  honor'd  our  Lord  and  our  King  ; 
cres     Ye  sinners  redeemed,  his  praises  loud  sing!     allen. 


48.    First  Version. — C.  M.  Dundee.  London. 
The  Glory  of  the  Church. 

1  WITH  stately  tow'rs  and  bulwarks  strong, 
Unrivall'd  and  alone, 

p         Lov'd  theme  of  many  a  sacred  song, 
—       God's  holy  city  shone. 

2  Thus  fair  was  Zion's  chosen  seat. 
The  glory  of  all  lands  ; 

mf      Yet  fairer,  and  in  strength  complete, 
The  Christian  temple  stands! 

3  The  faithful  of  each  clime  and  age 
This  glorious  Church  compose  ; 
Built  on  a  rock,  with  idle  rage 
The  threat'ning  tempest  blows. 


116  PSALM  48. 

4  In  vain  may  hostile  bands  alarm. 
For  God  is  her  defence  ; 

How  weak;  how  pow'rless  each  arm 

Against  Omnipotence?  spirit  of  psalms. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  St.   Thomas.   Dover. 
The  Church  the  Honor  of  a  JS^ation. 
1  GREAT  is  the  Lord,  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great  ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

mp  2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand, — 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
mf      The  bulwarks  of  our  land? 

—  3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress  ; 
mf      How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone, 
His  truth  and  righteousness? 

—  4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told. 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen. 

How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 

Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  every  time  of  wo 

We'll  to  his  house  repair  ; 

Before  the  Lord  we'll  humbly  bow, 

And  seek  deliv'rauce  there,  watts. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.  Dover.  Paddington, 
Beauty  of  the  Church. 

1  FAR  as  thy  name  is  known. 
The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 

Thy  saints.  0  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  stand 
On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 

mf      Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will ! 

—  S  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city,  where  we  dwell, 


PSALM  48.  117 

Compass  and  view  the  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well: — 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 
The  worship  of  thy  court, 
mf      The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, — 
>       And  make  a  fair  report. 

—  5  How  decent  and  how  wise ! 
How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Beyond  the  pomp,  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites,  adorn 'd  with  gold ! 

6  The  God,  we  worship  now, 
Will  guide  us,  till  we  die  ; 
mf      Will  be  our  God,  while  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  skv  !  watts. 


Fourth  Version. — S.P.  M.  Dalston,  Bethel. 
Safety  and  Glory  of  Zion. 

1  HOW  beautiful  the  seat 
OfZion's  monarch  great, — 

Zion,  the  city  we  have  trod? 
mf      She  is  the  wide  earth's  joy  5 
And  what  can  her  annoy. 

While  guarded  by  her  present  God.'^ 

2  Let  Zion's  mount  rejoice. 
Her  daughters  lift  their  voice. 

And  praise  the  judgments  of  her  King  ; 
Oft  has  she  seen  and  known 
Her  foes  all  overthrown, 
>>  And  swept  away  as  lightest  thing! 

—  3  This  city  walk  around, 

And  mark  our  Zion's  bound  ; 

Her  walls,  her  tow'rs  upreared  high, 
Her  bulwarks  of  great  might, 
Her  palaces  so  bright ; 

Her  God  with  aid  forever  nigh ! 

4  Blest  is  the  church  of  God, 

Where  truth  strikes  with  his  rod, 
Or  sends  keen  arrows  to  the  proud  ; 
f        Where  swift-wing'd,  thund'rmg  wrath 


118  PSALM  48. 

Startles  the  sinner's  path, 
PP  Or  mercy's  bow  hangs  on  the  cloud!     allen. 

Fifth  Version. — 7s.  Edyfield,  Prentiss. 
Zion  defended  and  safe. 

1  BEAUTIFUL  is  Zion's  hill, 
Where  her  sons  and  daughters  sing ! 
mf      Thy  glad  songs  the  earth  shall  fill, 
City  of  our  glorious  King! 

—  2  Vain  the  malice  of  the  foe, 

Though  dark  powers  of  earth  combine  ; 
They  shall,  Lord,  be  humbled  low 
-<       By  thy  Majesty  divine! 

f  3  Often  hast  Thou  scatter'd  wide, 
Often  dash'd  down  to  the  ground 
Proudest  Kings  in  martial  pride, 
Compassing  thy  Zion  round! 

M    4  Walk  about  our  Zion  fair, 

Mark  ye  well  her  bulwarks  strong  ; 
Count  her  tow'rs  up  high  in  air, 

f         Hearken  to  her  shout  and  song ! 

—  5  This,  our  God,  shall  be  our  God, 

While  our  pilgrimage  shall  be, — 
Guide  through  valley  yet  untrod, — 
Portion  in  eternity!  allen. 

Sixth  Version. — 7s.  Broicn,  Turin, 

The  City  of  God. 

mf  1  GREAT  is  God,  and  great  his  praise, 
Which  his  church  shall  joyful  sing  ; 
mp      Beautiful  are  Zion's  ways, — 
City  of  the  mighty  King  ! 
God  is  known  a  refuge  there, — 
Blessed  city  of  his  care  ! 

mf  2  Zion's  mount  may  well  rejoice, 

Zion's  daughters  in  their  God ; 
Let  them  lift  a  thankful  voice. 

For  his  judgments  sent  abroad  ; 
mp      Zion's  foes  shall  feel  a  blow, 
>       Laying  all  their  greatness  low! 


PSxVLM  48.  119 

mf  m3  Walk  about  our  Zion's  bound, 

Mark  her  walled  strength  and  towers, 
All  her  bulwarks  planted  round, 

Bidding  shame  to  hostile  powers: 
This,  our  God,  let  all  adore  ; 
He's  our  God  forevermore  !  allen. 

Seventh  Ver. — 7  Sf  6.    Yarmouth,  Miss.  Hymn, 

Beauty  of  the  Church. 

1  BEHOLD,  how  Zion's  mountain 
All  beauty  far  transcends, 
And  from  Siloa's  fountain 
The  stream  of  joy  she  sends! 
Jehovah's  to  be  praised 
In  this,  his  city  bright! 
f         Let  loudest  songs  be  raised 
To  Him,  the  Lord  of  might! 

mf  2   Go,  count  our  Zion's  towers. 
And  mark  her  walled  bound  ; 
Then  say,  what  hostile  powers 
Shall  dare  her  hill  surround ! 
She'll  fall  before  them  never  ; — 
They  cannot  cast  her  down : — 
God  is  our  God  forever  ; 
He^ll  guide  us  to  his  throne  !  alle^. 

Eighth  Versiox. — II  S^  8.    JVareham, 

[Omitting  the  ties  of  the  tune.] 
Glory  of  the  church. 

1  MOUNT  Zion,  the  city  of  God,  0,  how  fair, 
How  beauteous  she  lifts  up  her  head? 

The  joy  of  the  earth,  and  a  refuge  from  care. 
His  city,  who  rose  from  the  dead ! 

2  Go,  walk  forth  and  compass  our  Zion  around, 
And  mark  all  her  towers  of  might  ; 

Count  up  all  her  bulwarks,  whose  strength 

may  astound. 
And  notice  her  palaces  bright ! 

S  Then  tell  of  her  beauty,  which  joyful  ye  see, 
For  good  to  the  age,  that  shall  come : 


120  PSALM  49. 

f         This  God  is  our  God !  and  He  ever  will  be ! 
>       He'll  guide  us  e'en  down  to  the  tomb !     allen 


49.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Lancaster,  Uxbridge^ 
The  Vanity  of  Riches. 

1  THEYj  who  in  riches  put  their  trust. 
And  boast  of  treasures  in  the  dust, 
mp      Not  one  can  save  his  brother's  soul, — 
Not  one  death's  terrors  can  control. 

—  2  By  their  own  names  they  call  their  lands, 

And  think,  their  house  forever  stands  ; 
mp      Yet  are  they  like  the  beasts,  who  die, 
And  sudden  in  the  grave  they  lie. 

—  3  Earth's  splendor  moulders  in  the  clay, 

And  beauty  is  the  earth-worm's  prey  ; 
All  worldly  honor  meets  disgrace, 
>       Thrust  down  in  lowly  dwelling  place. 

—  4  Then  envy  not  the  worldly  great, 

In  conscious  pride  of  wealth  elate, 
P  For,  sleeping  in  their  narrow  bed, 
len      They  lie  forgotten  with  the  dead. 

mf  5  My  God,  with  grace  and  power  to  save. 
Will  sure  redeem  me  from  the  grave  ; 
Then  to  my  soul  there  shall  be  given 

f         Th'  unmeasur'd,  endless  good  of  heaven ! 

ALLEN. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  St,  Anns.  London, 
The  Soul  redeemed  by  Christ. 

1  NONE  can  preserve  his  brother's  breath. 
Nor  the  high  ransom  give  ; 

Redeem  the  mortal  frame  from  death. 
And  bid  corruption  live! 

2  But  vast  and  boundless  is  the  price, 
Th'immortal  soul's  esteem ! 

What  human  pow'r  or  wealth  suffice 
From  ruin  to  redeem  ? 

<if  3  Behold!  'tis  done!  His  wonders  tell ; 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  can  save ! 


PSALM  49,  50.  121 

'Tis  He  redeems  the  soul  from  hell ! 

He  ransoms  from  the  grave  !  go  ode. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.  St.  Thomas,  Dover. 
Earthly    Glory. 

1  THEY,  who  in  riches  trust, 
And  in  earth's  pleasures  roll, 
Cannot,  with  all  their  golden  dust, 
p        Redeem  a  brother's  soul. 

—  2  Pride  moulders  in  the  clay, 

And  honor  linds  disgrace, 
p         Sweet  beauty  is  the  earth-worm's  prey 

>  In  lowly  dwelling  place. 

—  3  Then  envy  not  the  great. 

For,  in  their  narrow  bed, 

They  lose  their  pomp  and  proud  estate, 

>  Forgotten  with  the  dead. 

Aff  4  My  God,  with  pow'r  to  save ! 
To  me  let  there  be  given 
Redemption  from  the  hollow  grave. 
And  boundless  good  in  heaven !  allen. 


50.    First  Versiox.  — IO5.    Wilton.  Havre. 
The  Last  Judgment. 
1  THE  Lord,  the  Sov'reign,  sends  his  summons  forth. 
Calls  the  south  nations  and  awakes  the  north  ; 
From  east  to  west  the  sounding  orders  spread 
Through  distant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 
No  more  shall  atheists  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
p         His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more  : — behold  the  day  ! 

—  2  Behold,  the  Judge  descends  ;  his  guards  are  nigh  ; 
Tempests  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky  : 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near  ;  let  all  things  come 
To  hear  his  justice,  and  the  sinner's  doom  : 
"But  gather  first  my  saints,"  the  Judge  commands, 
* 'Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  distant  lands!  " 

3  Sinners,  awake  betimes  !  ye  fools,  be  wise  ; 
cres     Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rise  ! 
11 


122  PSALM  50. 

—      Change  your  vain  thoughts, your  crooked  works  amend,- 
Fly  to  the  Savior,  make  the  Judge  your  friend  ; 

p         Lest,  like  a  Hon,  his  last  vengeance  tear 

Your  trembling  souls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near  !     watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Lancaster.  Duke  Street 

God  requiring  the  Sacrifice  of  the  Heart, 
mf  ffl  THE  God  of  gods,  Jehovah,  spake. 

From  east  to  west  his  words  outbreak ! 

From  Zion,  glory  of  the  land. 

He  issues  forth  his  just  command. 

2  Before  Him  flames  devouring  fire, 
The  mighty  tempest  wakes  in  ire  ; 
He  calls  to  earth  and  heav'n  above. 
His  righteous  judgment  to  approve; 

—  3  "Hear,  O,  my  people,  and  be  taught  ; 

For  offerings  I  blame  thee  not: 
No  he-goat  from  the  fold  I  ask. 
Nor  bullock  taken  from  his  task  ; 

4  "For  ev'ry  forest-beast,  that  strays. 
And  cattle  on  the  hills,  that  graze. 
And  all  the  mountain-fowls  are  mine  ; 
Need  I  such  sacrifice,  as  thine? 

5  "The  flesh  of  bullocks  do  I  eat, 

Or  drink  the  blood  of  goats  as  sweet? 
mf      Give  thanks  to  God,  thy  heavn'ly  King  ; 
To  Him  thy  Vows  and  Praises  bring! 

mp  6  "In  day  of  trouble  call  on  Me, 

—  And  praise  Me  for  deliv'rance  free  ; 
To  him,  that  will  my  statutes  know, 

mf      To  him  Salvation  will  I  show !  "         allen. 

Third  Version. — L.  M.    Old  Hundred.  Arnhewh 
The  Judg7nent  Day. 

II    1  THE  Mighty  God,  Jehovah,  speaks: — 
To  earth,  while  round  his  thunder  breaks. 
He  calls  ;  from  where  the  rising  sun 
Hastes,  till  his  western  race  is  run. 

2  From  Zion,  glory  of  the  skies ! 

Where  beauty's  full  perfections  rise, 


PSALM  50.  123 

f         He  bursts  in  majesty  abroad, 

And  shines  o'er  all,'  th'  Eternal  God  ! 

3  He  comes,  He  comes,  our  God  behold! 
p         No  more  his  lips  their  silence  hold  : 

f         Devouring  lire  prepares  his  way, 

And  clouds  and  tempests  round  him  play. 

4  To  heav'n  He  calls  ; — the  heav'ns  shall  hear, 
The  souls  beneath  his  throne  appear  ; 

To  earth  the  mighty  summons  cries^ 

''Now  let  the  sleeping  dust  arise !  "         goode. 

Fourth  Version.  — C.  M.  Grafton.  Burford. 
The  last  Judgment. 

1  THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh  ; 

The  nations  near  the  rising  sun. 
And  near  the  western  sky ! 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 
''Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  !'' 

No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

f     3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud,  our  God  shall  come  ; 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 
Thunder  and  darkness,  lire  and  storm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day ! 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 
Attending  angels  come  ; 
mp      And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
>       His  justice,  and  their  doom!  wixxs. 

Fifth  Versiox. — C.  M.    Colchester.  Dundee. 
The  Judgment  of  Hypocrites. 

1  WHEN  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend, 
And  saints  surround  their  Lord, 

He  calls  the  nations  to  attend. 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  slain 
Will  1  the  world  reprove : 

Altars,  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain, 
Without  the  tii*e  of  love ! 


124  PSALM  50. 

3  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do, 
To  bring  their  sacrifice? 

They  call  my  statutes  just  and  true. 
But  deal  in  theft  and  lies." 

4  Consider,  ye,  that  slight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 

p         If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  sword, 

There's  no  deliv'rer  there !  watts. 

Sixth  Version. — 7  Sf  6.   Yarmouth. 
The  last  Judgment. 

1  THE  mighty  God  hath  spoken, 
The  Lord  the  earth  doth  call  3 
Nor  can  his  word  be  broken, 
Nor  shall  his  purpose  fall. 

Our  God  shall  come  ; — before  Him 
Doth  blazing  fire  devour  ; 
Attending  hosts  adore  Him, 
Beholders  of  his  power ! 

2  "Let  all  my  saints  assemble. 
And  at  my  bar  now  stand !  " — 
Ah,  how  the  wicked  tremble 
At  hearing  this  command ! 

f         The  judgment  trumpet  ringing, — 
The  Judge  upon  his  throne, — 
The  righteous  gladly  singing, — 

p        The  wicked  weep  and  moan !        allen. 

Seventh  Version. — 8,  7  &>"  4.  Ripleij.  Carloiv. 

Day  of  Judg7nent. 
mf  1  GOD,  the  mighty  God,  hath  spoken. 
Hear,  O  earth,  his  gracious  voice! 
On  the  darkness  light  hath  broken, 
Zion's  sons  may  now  rejoice: 

All  ye  people. 
Let  salvation  be  your  choice  ! 

2  Lo,  the  Judge,  from  heav'n  descending! 
From  dark  cloud,  on  which  He  rides, 
Loudest  thunder  earth  is  rending: 
Scornful  men  no  more  deride  I — 
Each  in  terror 
p        From  the  Judge  would  gladly  hide. 


PSALM  51.  125 

3  Bursting  from  their  lowly  dwelling, 

From  their  graves  the  saints  arise, 
p         Rapture  all  their  bosoms  swelling, 

As  they  meet  their  Savior's  eyes  ; 
For  their  Savior 
mf      Now  will  take  them  to  the  skies  ! 

Wouldst  thou,  sinner,  dwell  in  heaven? 

Think  not  then  for  victim  slain 

Joy  and  Glory  will  be  given, 

Or  for  self-inflicted  pain : — 
Only  Jesus 

Cleanses  out'  thy  guilty  stain !         allen. 


—  4 


51.   First  Ver. — L.  31.    Windham.  Sunderland. 

A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 

Aff  1  SHOW  pity.  Lord!  0  Lord,  forgive!— 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  ti*ust  in  Thee? 

2  My  crimes  are  great, — but  can't  surpass 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
mf       Great  God!  thy^nature  hath  no  bound, — 

—  So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found! 

aff  3  0,  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin. 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  \ 

p         Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace: 

—  Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  coudemn'd,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
1  must  pronounce  Thee  just  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell. 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

aff  6  Yet,  save  a  trembling  sinner^  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word. 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there. 
Some  sure  support  airainst  despair!         watts. 
11* 


126 


PSALM  51. 


SecOxNd  Version. — L.  M.  Windham.  Sunderland, 

Sin   Confessed. 
p     1  LORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean. 
Sprung  from  the  man,  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death: 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

aff  3  Great  God !  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true  ; 
O  make  me  wise  betimes  to  see 
My  danger,  and  thy  mercy  free. 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face. 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within ! 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast. 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 

>       Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

aff  6  Jesus,  my  God !  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  sufficient  to  atone : 
Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow, 
No  types,  nor  rites  can  cleanse  me  so. 

7  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease  ; 
mf      Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pardoning  voice. 

And  make  my  mourning  heart  rejoice !    watts. 


Third  Version. — L.  M.    Windham.    Hanover. 
The  Penitents  Prayer. 
Aff  1  O,  THOU,  who  hear'st,  when  sinners  cry. 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  Thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look. 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 


PSALM  51.  127 

Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light. 

Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight ; 
mf      Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
>       And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more  ! 

rap  4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  atford  ; 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice,  I  bring; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just  ; 
Look  do\\ni,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul,  condemn'd  to  die. 

mf  7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways. 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Savior's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God ! 

8  O,  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

WATTS. 

Fourth  Versiox. — L.  M.   Bernard.   Suiiderland. 
Prayer  for  Mercy. 
Aff  1  HAVE  mercy,  0,  my  God!  on  me, 
In  thy  great  kindness  rich  and  free ! 
O,  wash  me  from  my  guilty  stain  ; — 
Renew  me,  lest  I  sin  again ! 

2  Thou  sacrifice  dost  not  demand, 
Else  would  I  give  it  to  thine  hand  ; 
Nor  in  burnt-ofPrings  dost  delight, 
mf      Else  should  thine  altars  blaze  forth  bright ! 

—  3  The  sacrifice.  Thou  dost  approve,— 

Next  to  Christ's  ofPring  made  above, — 


128  PSALM  51. 

p         Is  broken  spirit  and  contrite : — 

—  Such  sacrifice  is  thy  delight! 

f     4  0,  build  thy  Zion's  ruin'd  wall ! 

Then  all  earth's  tribes  on  Thee  shall  call, 
Thine  altars  through  the  world  shall  blaze, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  shall  give  Thee  praise  1 

ALLEN. 

Fifth  Version. —C.  M.  Medfield.    Grafton. 

Confession  and  Prayer. 
Aff  1  LORD,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress 

And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 

Against  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace 

How  high  my  crimes  arise  ? 

2  Shouldst  Thou  condemn  my  soul  to  hell, 
And  crush  my  flesh  to  dust, 
Heaven  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  must  own  it  just. 

—  3  1  from  the  stock  of  Adam  came. 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  shame, 
And  all  my  nature  sin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath. 
And,  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  juster  prey  for  death. 

aff  5  Cleanse  me,  0  Lord,  and  cheer  my  soul 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
O^  make  my  broken  spirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart. 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart. 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

mf  7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne. 
And  turn  to  God  again  !         watts. 


PSALM  51.  129 

Sixth  Version. — C.  31.  Medfield.   Grafton. 
Repoitance  and  Faiih. 

Aff  1  O,  GOD  of  mercy!  hear  my  call, 
My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall. 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace  ; 
mf      Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song! 

—  3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain 
For  sin  could  e'er  atone: 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

mp  4  A  soul,  that  feels  of  sin  the  smart. 
My  God  will  ne'er  despise  ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  best  sacrifice.  watts. 

Seventh  Version. — S.  M.  Cedron.  Lathrop. 
Prayer  for  Mercy, 

Afif  1  HAVE  mercy,  God  of  love! 
And  all  my  sins  control ; 
O,  send  forgiveness  from  above. 
And  cheer  my  humbled  soul ! 

2  From  guilt  0  set  me  free, 
For  I  my  sins  deplore  ; 

O,  wash  me  from  iniquity. 
And  let  me  sin  no  more  ! 

3  Create  a  holy  heart, 

A  spirit  right  and  free, 

Nor  let  me  from  thy  law  depart ; 

So  shall  I  honor  Thee  ! 

4  Ne'er  wilt  Thou,  Lord,  despise 
A  spirit  all  contrite  ; 

In  broken  heart  for  sacrifice 

Thou  surely  dost  delight !  allen. 


130  PSALM  51. 

Eighth  Version. — 7s.    Prentiss,  J^orivick, 
Prayer  for  Forgiveness  and  a  new  Heart, 

Aff  1  LORD,  have  mercy  on  my  soul, 
In  thy  love  beyond  my  thought ! — 
All  my  raging  sins  control. 
From  thy  book  my  guilt  outblot. 

2  Wash  me  from  this  dreadful  stain, 
Cleanse  the  leprosy  of  heart  ; 

Let  me  never  sin  again, — 
Never  from  my  G  od  depart ! 

3  0,  my  God,  to  Thee  I  bow ! 
Listen  to  my  earnest  cry: 
Wash  me  whiter,  than  the  snow, 
Let  me  hear  the  voice  of  joy  ! 

4  New-create  me,  Lord  within, 
Make  my  spirit  right  with  Thee  ; 
Take  away  my  bloody  sin  ; 
Show  me  mercy  rich  and  free ! 

5  No  atoning  offering 

For  my  crime  do  I  present  ; 
Lord,  a  broken  heart  I  bring, 
Heart  for  sin  in  anguish  rent ! 

6  Sacrifice  for  me  was  made 
By  the  Suff'rer  on  the  tree ! 

f         Then  was  love  unknown  displayed, 

Love  immense  and  mercy  free !  allen. 

Ninth  Version. — 6  Sf  4.   Oahham.  Italian  Hymn. 

Confession  and  Prayer, 

Aff  1  HAVE  mercy  on  my  soul, 
And  all  mv  sins  control, 

O  God  of  love ! 
In  thine  abundant  grace 
Out  of  thy  book  efface 
Of  sin  and  guilt  each  trace, 
And  far  remove. 

p     2  O,  wash  away  each  stain, 
Nor  let  me  sin  again, 
While  here  below ! 


PSALM  52.  131 


I  would  return  to  Thee  ; — 
In  love  beyond  degree, 

0  God,  now  pity  nie ! 

Thy  mercy  show ! 

S  No  costly  sacrifice 

1  spread  before  thine  eyes, 

My  offering  ; 
A  heart  for  sin  contrite 
Doth  give  to  Thee  delight, 
mf      O  Gocf,  enthron'd  in  light, 
My  heavenly  King ! 

mp  4  For  guilty  deeds  brought  low. 
Save  me  from  shame  and  wo 

mf  By  thy  great  power  ! 

aff       Thy  Spirit  give  to  me  ; 
Then  I'll  ascribe  to  Thee 

fT        Salvation  rich  and  free, 

Forevermore !  allen. 


52.    First  Ver.— L.  M.  Baltimore.    Wakefield. 

End  of  the  Righteous  and  Wicked. 

1  BOAST  not  in  mischief,  man  of  might. 
Nor  plot  against  the  good  and  just  ; 
Almighty  God  thy  pride  will  smite. 
And  lay  thy  greatness  in  the  dust! 

1  Then  shall  the  righteous  say, — ''Behold! 
This  is  the  man,  that  turn'd  from  God, 
And  plac'd  his  confidence  in  gold, 
And  walk'd  the  ways,  the  wicked  trod. 

3  '^But  I  am  like  green  olive  tree. 

Which  in  God's  house  most  fruitful  grows  ; 
And  in  God's  grace  my  hope  shall  be. 
While  time's  unceasing  current  flows. 

4  ''Thy  work  of  mercy  I'll  proclaim, — 

Thine  arm  outstretch'd  from  heav'n  above  ; — 

Forever  will  I  praise  thy  name. 

Thy  saving  name  of  grace  and  love  !"      allen. 


i 


132 


PSALM  52,  53. 


Second   Version. — 7s.    Prentiss.    JVuremburg. 

The  End  of  the  Wicked. 

1  WHY,  O  sinner,  dost  thou  boast. 
And  thyself  deem  as  a  host! 
God  shall  smite  thee  in  his  wrath. 
And  destroy  thee  in  thy  path. 

2  Righteous  men,  as  they  behold, 
"Lo,'^  will  say,  ^'the  strong  man  bold, 
Who  forsook  the  God  of  strength. 
And  is  now  cast  down  at  length !  " 

S  Like  a  green,  fair  olive  tree 
In  thy  house.  Lord,  render  me  5 
In  thy  mercy  I  do  trust, — 
I  shall  praise  Thee  with  the  just! 


mf 


ALLEN. 


53. 


First  Version. — C.  M.  JVichols.  Patmos, 
Victory  and  Deliverance  from  Persecution. 

1  ARE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
Who  thus  devour  her  saints  ? 

Do  they  not  know,  her  Savior  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints.^ 

2  They  shall  be  seiz'd  with  sad  surprise. 
For  God's  revenging  arm 

Scatters  the  bones  of  them,  who  rise 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

mf  3  In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast 

Of  armies  in  array  ; 

When  God  has  first  dispers'd  their  host, 
>        They  fall  an  easy  prey. 

mf  4  0,  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 
Her  captives  to  restore ! 
Jacob,  with  all  the  tribes,  shall  sing, 
And  Judah  weep  no  more  !  watts. 

Second    Version. —  S.  M.  Bender.  Dover. 
Depravity. 
1   GOD  look'd  from  heav'n  to  earth 
His  children  here  to  see, 


PSALM  54.  133 

If  they  walk'd  worthy  of  their  birth, 
III  love  and  purity. 

mp  2  They  all  have  gone  astray 
And  trampled  on  his  word  ; 
All  are  wild  wand'rers  from  his  way, 
Forsakers  of  the  Lord ! 

—  S  Are  they  so  dark  in  mind. 

That  they  God's  friends  devour, 

And  think  th'  omniscient  Judge  is  blind, 

Th'  Almighty  without  power? 

mf  4  O,  come  the  blissful  day, 
When  Zion's  Savior  King 
Shall  bend  all  nations  to  his  sway! — 
Then  earth  with  shouts  shall  rin<? !         allen. 


54.  First  Vfrsion. — 75.  Prentiss.  PleyeVs  Hymn, 
God  the  Savior  of  his  People. 
Aff  1  SAVE  me,  God  of  might  and  love! 
Bring  me  rescue  from  above : 
Hear  my  humble,  earnest  cry. 
Grant  the  quick  and  glad  reply ! 

—  2  Scatter-d  are  my  num'rous  foes ! — 
Fierce  as  howling  w^olves  they  rose, 
Seeking  to  devour  my  soul  ; 
Lord,  they  felt  thy  strong  control ! 

3  Freely  will  I  praise  thy  name, 

Sav'd  from  sin,  and  fear,  and  shame: 
f         Loud  my  grateful  songs  shall  rise. 

Endless  too  in  yonder  skies !  allen. 

Second  Version. —  Is.  Prentiss.  PleyeVs  Hymn, 

Prayer  and  Praise. 
Aff  1  SAVE  me,  Lord,  by  thy  great  name. 

Hear,  O  God !  my  earnest  cry  ; 

Put^my  dreaded  foes  to  shame. 

Send  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  Strangers,  in  their  pride  arrayed. 
Have  in  malice  sought  my  soul  5 
12 


134 


PSALM  55. 


Thou,  O  Lord !  art  my  sure  aid, 
All  their  fury  to  control. 

3  Grateful  praises  will  I  pay, 
f         Loud  to  Thee  I'll  lift  my  song, 
mp<  For  my  night  is  turn'd  to  day  ; 
raf      Thou  hast  rescued  me  from  wrong! 


ALLEN. 


mp 


mf 


55,  First  Version. — L.  M.  Medway.    Windham. 
Trusting  in  God. 
Aff  1  UNTO  my  pray'r,  0  God!  give  ear, 
My  mournful  voice  in  mercy  hear ! 
The  waves  of  death  around  me  roll, 
And  horror  hath  o'erwhelm'd  my  soul. 

2  Had  I  but  wrings,  like  turtle  dove, 
How  quickly  w^ould  I  hence  remove? 
I  would  outstrip  the  wind's  swift  flight, 
Escaping  storm  and  tempest's  might. 

—  3  To  Thee  I  will  not  cease  to  pray. 
And  Thou  wilt  turn  my  fears  away. 
Though  wicked  men  Thou  wilt  chastise. 
Array 'd  in  terror  to  their  eyes. 

4  On  Thee  I  cast  my  burden,  Lord  ; 
mf      Thou  wilt  sustain  me  by  thy  word : — 
In  wrath  shall  sinners  be  reprov'd. 
But  righteous  men  shall  ne'er  be  mov'd. 

ALLEN. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  JVichols.  Patmos, 
Support  in  Affliction  and  Temptation. 
Aff  1  O,  GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
Behold  my  flowing  tears. 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise. 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  O,  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove. 
And  innocence  had  wings  ; 

I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  these  restless  things. 

3  Let  me  to  some  wild  desert  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful  home, 


PSALM  55.  135 

Where  storms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

mf  4  I  cast  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  sustains  them  all : 
My  courage  rests  upon  his  word, 
That  saints  shall  never  f\ill!  watts. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.  Boylston.  Dover. 
Dangerous  Prosperity:  Prayer. 

1  LET  sinners  choose  the  road, 
That  leads  them  down  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 
When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

S  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God, 
W^hile  sinners  perish  in  surprise 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 
And  no  sad  changes  feel, 

Th€y  will  not  seek  Thee,  Lord,  to  please, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  secure  from  harm, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm. 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

6  Thine  arm  shall  well  defend 
The  children  of  thy  love  ; 

mf      The  ground,  on  which  their  hopes  depend, 
No  earthly  power  can  move.  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — 6s.    Chaplin. 

[Repeat  the  first  2  lines  of  the  tune.] 
Prayer  and  Trust  in   God. 
mp  1  THOUGH  chosen  friend  betrays. 
With  whom  was  counsel  sweet, 
Whom  I  was  wont  to  meet, 


136  PSALM  55,  5G. 

To  walk  ill  Zion's  ways  ; 
mf      Yet,  Lord,  on  Thee  rcall, 
And  I  shall  never  fall! 

mp  2  When  evening  spreads  its  wiu£r, 
When  morning  pours  its  light, 
And  noon-day  sun  shines  bright. 
To  Thee  I  cry.  my  King ! — 

mf       God  hears  my  earnest  voice, 

<       And  makes  my  soul  rejoice! 

mp  3  The  wicked  will  not  pray: 

Unchasten-d  by  the  rod, 

The  sinner  fears  not  God: 
Love  not  his  downward  way, 
But  make  the  Lord  your  trust, 
For  He  doth  shield  the  just!  allen. 

Fifth  Version. — 85   .Yorthjield,  Berkleij. 
Longing  after  God. 
mp  1  0,  HAD  I  but  wings  like  a  dove, 

From  earth  I  would  take  my  quick  flight, 
Would  mount  to  the  regions  above, 
And  dwell  in  the  splendors  of  light: — 

^  Would  fly  from  the  cares,  that  perplex, 
From  sorrows,  that  darken  my  joy, 
From  storms  and  the  tempests,  that  vex, 
From  all  the  mishaps,  that  annoy: — 

S  Would  wander  away  from  my  race. 
And  in  the  rude  desert  unblest, — 
Of  footsteps  of  man  without  trace, — 
>        I  there  should  find  sweetness  of  rest. 

Aff  4  0  Lord !  wilt  Thou  give  me  repose, 
Repose,  though  the  tempest  I  see. 
The  peace,  which  from  patience  outflows, 
The  joy,  which  is  found  but  in  Thee !      allen. 


56.    First  Versiox. — L.  3L  Somers.  Salisbury. 
God  a  Refuge. 
I  BE  Thou  my  refuge,  God  of  might ! 
For  men  my  peace  and  bliss  annoy  ; 


PSALM  56.  137 

Mine  enemies  urge  on  the  fight. 
And  would  my  very  life  destroy: 
mf      Stretch  out  thine  arm,  0  Thou  most  high, 
And  bring  the  needed  succor  nigh ! 

—  2  What  time  my  num'rous  foes  I  fear, 

In  Thee,  O'  God !  I'll  put  my  trust  ; 
To  Thee  I'll  cry,  for  Thou  art  near, 

And  ever  wilt  Thou  shield  the  just ; 
mf      Then  will  I  praise  thy  faithful  word. 

And  bless  thy  pow'r  and  grace,  0  Lord ! 

—  3  My  soul,  redeem'd  from  threaten'd  death, 

My  feet,  sav'd  from  the  secret  snare, — 
rU  bless  Thee,  Lord,  while  I  have  breath, 

And  never  in  thy  praise  forbear: 
f  Thee  I  extol,  my  God  and  shield! 
mp      To  Thee  my  rescued  life  I  yield!  allen* 

Second  Versiox. —  C.  M.  Putney,   Dedham. 
Confidence  in  God. 

1  IN  God,  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  my  trust, 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

2  When  to  thy  throne  I  raise  my  cry, 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee  ; — 

mf      So  swift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  sky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me ! 

—  3  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise : 

mf      I'll  sing,  '-'How  faithful  is  thy  word.^ 

How  righteous  all  thy  ways?" 

—  4  Thou  hast  secur'd  my  soul  from  death, 

0,  set  a  pris'ner  free ! 
mf      That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employ'd  for  Thee  !  watts. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Paddington, 
Prayer  in  Temptation. 
1  BE  Thou,  O  God  of  might! 
My  refuge  from  the  foe, 
12* 


133  PSALM  57. 

For  lo,  my  foes  urge  on  the  fight. 
And  would  my  soul  overthrow ! 

2  Stretch  out,  O  Thou  most  High, 
Thine  arm  of  matchless  power. 
And  bring  the  needed  succor  nigh, 
And  save  me  evermore ! 

3  My  soul  redeem'd  from  hell, 
And  filPd  with  heav'nly  joy, — 

Thy  wondrous  grace  my  lips  shall  tell, 
And  songs  my  lips  employ !  all 


57.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Walton-    Winchester, 
Praise  for  God^s  Mercy. 
afF  1  MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  be  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  send  my  cry, — 
The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  ; 
mf      He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky. 

And  saves  me  from  the  threat'ning  storm. 

f     3  Be  Thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ,  my  song  shall  raise 
mf      Immortal  honors  to  his  name : 

Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame ! 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains. 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

f     6  Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell  ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad. 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell !      watts. 


PSALM  57.  139 

Second  Versiox. — L.  M.  JVindham,  Duke  Street, 
Prayer  for  Protection  and  Mercy. 
AtT  1   BE  merciful  in  my  distress, 
0  God  of  mercy  and  of  love! 
O,  send  me  in  thy  righteousness 
Deliverance  from  heav'n  above. 

2  To  Thee  I  look,  0  God  most  high! 
For  thy  rich  grace,  that  never  fails, 
For  strength,  when  tempting  foe  is  nigh, 
For  rescue,  when  that  foe  prevails. 

3  The  peace,  from  firmest  faith  that  springs, 
That  peace,  0  Lord,  on  me  bestow  ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 

May  I  the  safest  refuge  know. 

4  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  exceeds  all  thought, 
Thy  truth  extends  above  the  sky  ; 

f         Eternal  praise  to  Thee  be  brought 

From  all  below  and  all  on  high!         allen. 

Third  Version. — C.  ]NL  Ferry,  Mear, 
Prayer  and  Praise. 
Aff  1  0  GOD  !  be  merciful  to  me  ; 
My  soul  on  Thee  I  cast ; 
Unto  thy  shad'wing  wings  I  flee, 
Till  woes  be  overpast. 

2  On  Thee  I'll  call,  0  God  most  high. 
Who  dost  all  things  perform  ; 
And  Thou  wilt  send  do^^Tl  from  the  sky, 
And  save  me  from  the  storm. 

f     3  Be  Thou  exalted  on  thy  throne 
Above  the  heav'ns,  my  God ! 
And  let  thy  glory  be  made  known 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad ! 

—  4  To  praise  Thee  will  I  early  rise, 
And  join  th'  assembled  crowds  ; 
Thy  mercy  reacheth  to  the  skies. 
Thy  truth  unto  the  clouds  I 

f     5  Be  Thou  exalted  on  thy  throne 
Above  the  heav'ns,  my  God ! 


140  PSALM  08. 

And  let  thy  glory  be  made  known 
ff        Through  all  the  earth  abroad! 


ALLEK* 


58.  First  Ver. — ^C.  M.  Arlington.  Woodstock* 
Character  and  Doom  of  the  Wicked, 

1  HOW  soon  the  wicked  go  astray, 
And  leave  the  path-way  right  ? 
How  soon  their  malice  they  display, 
Like  serpent's  pois'nous  bite  ? 

2  As  the  deaf  adder  stops  her  earj 
Nor  heeds  the  charmer's  skill, 
They,  Lord,  refuse  thy  truth  to  hear, 
Their  ways  pursuing  still. 

S  Thou,  Lord !  the  lion's  teeth  wilt  break, 
And  save  the  struggling  prey; 
To  wicked  men  thy  wrath  shall  speak, — 
p  >     By  whirlwind  swept  away ! 

—  4  Seeing  the  just  reward  and  shame, — 

The  proud  from  greatness  hurPd,— 
Exulting  shall  thy  saints  exclaim, 
mf      ''God  judges  in  the  w^orld!"  allen. 

Second  Verston. — 75.  JVoynvich.  PleyeVs  Hymn, 

Warning  to  Rulers. 
mf  1  TYRANTS!  do  ye  judge  aright. 

And  for  good  exert  your  power? 

No :  but  with  the  serpent's  bite 

Helpless  men  do  ye  devour! 

—  2  As  the  adder  stops  her  ear^ 

Nor  regards  the  charmer's  voic€, 
Ye  refuse  God's  law  to  hear, 
And  in  wickedness  rejoice ! 

mf  3  Lord!  the  lion's  teeth  now  break! 

Rescue,  Lord,  the  struggling  prey! 
mp      To  the  wicked  wrath  shall  speak,— 
>-       By  the  whirlwind  swept  away! 

—  4  As  they  see  the  tyrants'  shame, 

Down  from  all  their  greatness  hurl'd, 


PSALM  59,  60.  141 

mf      Joyful  shall  thy  saints  exclaim, — 

«'Gud  doth  judge  through  all  the  world!" 

ALLEN. 


PSALM  59 — 7s.   Prentiss.    Kimball 
Confidence  in  God, 

1  1  AM  hated,  Lord !  by  those. 
Who  thy  holy  truth  despise  ; 

Aff     Save  me  from  my  bloody  foes, 
Lord  of  Hosts,  arise,  arise ! 

2  Thou'rt  my  rock  and  my  defence; 
Thou  a  tow'r  mito  thy  saints  ; 
Thee  I  make  my  conlidence, 
Thee  I'll  trust,  though  nature  faints. 

3  Glad  thy  mercies  will  I  sing, 
All  thy  pow'r  and  love  confess  ; 
Thou  hast  been,  0  heav'nly  King, 
My  safe  refuge  in  distress ! 

mf  4  Songs  ^^'ith  every  morning's  light, 
Lord,  shall  rise  up  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  thy  saints  shall  praise  thy  might, 
And  thy  mercy  shall  make  known !        allen". 


60.    First  Versiox. — L,  M.  Oxford,  Farmn^rth, 
Gods  mercy  :  the  Gospel  triumphant 

1  ALTHOUGH  thy  people  oft  have  seen 
Mysterious  workings  of  thy  power, 
Yet  Thou,  O  Lord!  didst  mere}'  mean, 
And  cheer  them  in  their  darkest  hour. 

2  Before  thy  saints  Thou  hast  arrayed 
mf      A  glorious  banner,  spread  on  high. 

Which  Gentile  tribes  shall  see  displayed, 
Waving  triumphant  in  the  sky! 

f     3  The  gospel  shall  glad  vict'ry  gain. 
All  idols  from  their  seats  be  hurl'd, 
And  Jesus  as  a  conqu'ror  reign 
O'er  all  the  subjugated  world!         allen. 


142  PSALM  60,  61. 

Second  Version.— C.  M.  Ferry.    York, 
Humiliation  for  Disasters  in  War, 

1  OUR  nation  trembles  at  thy  frown, 
And  dreads  thy  lifted  band  ; 

Cast  not,  O  Lord,  thy  people  down, 
But  save  the  sinking  land. 

2  Lift  up  thy  banner  in  the  field 
For  those,  who  fear  thy  name  ; 
Defend  thy  people  with  thy  shield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  shame. 

S  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
Their  guardian  and  their  God  ; — 
In  vain  confed'rate  powers  unite 
Against  thy  lifted  rod. 

4  Our  troops  shall  gain  a  wide  renown 
By  thine  assisting  hand : 
'Tis  God,  who  treads  the  mighty  down, 
And  makes  the  feeble  stand !  watts. 


61.    First  Version. — h.M,  Medway.  Windham, 

God  a  Defence. 
Aff  1  O,  GOD  of  mercy !  hear  my  prayer. 
And  listen  to  my  mournful  cr\'  ; 
I'm  toss'd  on  waves  of  grief  and  care,— 
0,  lead  me  to  the  Rock  on  high ! 

2  Jesus  can  save  ;   his  arm  of  power 
Has  often  been  outstretched  for  me  5 
His  promise,  like  embattled  tower, 
Protects  me  from  mine  enemy ! 

S  Beneath  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
In  peril  will  I  safely  hide  ; 
And,  when  from  earth  my  spirit  springs j 
Let  me  in  thy  blest  house  abide ! 

f     4  My  King  is  now  enthron'd  on  high. 
In  robes  of  majesty  most  bright ; 
His  grace  shall  lift  me  to  the  sky, 
To  dwell  in  heav'n's  eternal  light !      allen. 


PSALM  61,  62.  143 

Second  Versiox. — S.  M.  Morningfon.  Beverly. 
Safety  in  God. 

1  WHEN  overwhelin'd  with  grief, 
My  heart  within  me  dies, 
HeJpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

aff  2  0,  lead  me,  King  of  kings. 

To  Rock  high  o^er  my  head  ; 
And  let  the  covert  of  thy  wings, 
My  shelter,  be  o'erspread! 

S  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 
Forever  I'll  abide  ; 
mf      My  tow'r  I'll  make  thy  faithful  word. 
The  refuge,  where  I  hide. 

—  4  The  lot  Thou  givest  me 

Of  those,  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
raf      If  endless  life  their  portion  be, 

I  shall  possess  the  same.  watts. 

Third  Versiox. — Is.  Prentiss.  JVorwich, 
Safety  in  God. 
mp  1  WHEN,  o'erwhelm'd  with  grief  and  wo, 
All  my  jovs  are  swept  away, 
Then,'  6  Lord,  to  Thee  I'lfbow  ; 
Listen  Thou,  when  I  shall  pray ! 

mf  2  Be  Thou,  Lord !  my  rock  on  high  ; 
Castled  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
Shelter  from  the  enemy, — 
Thou  in  thy  Omnipotence ! 

—  3  Lord !  the  covert  of  thy  wings 

Gives  protection  sure  to  me  ; — ■ 
mf      Thy  pavilion,  King  of  kings, 

Shall  my  home  forever  be  !  allen. 


32.    First  Ver.— L.  M.   Duke  Street.    Jilfreton. 
Trust  in  God. 
1  MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
My  rock  and  Refuge  is  his  throne ; 


144 


PSALM  62. 


I 


In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  Him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways  ; 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face : 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 

mf      God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid ! 

3  False  are  the  men  of  high  degree. 
The  baser  sort  are  vanity  ; 
Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 


dim 
-^  4 


Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust, 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glittering  dust  ; 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke. 
And  not  believe  what  God  hath  spoke  ? 

5  His  sov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone  ; 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne: — 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  w^ell  divide  our  last  reward!        watts. 


Second  Version. — 75.  Prentiss,  Kimball. 
Confidence  in  God. 
It    1  LORD!  my  soul  on  Thee  depends, 
Fearless,  while  thine  arm  defends, 
Strong  to  meet  the  hostile  shock, 
Safe  with  Thee,  my  Savior-Rock ! 

aff  2  Wait,  my  soul,  on  God  alone. 
All  my  refuge  is  his  throne: — 
God,  my  hiding-place  and  tower, 
God  protects  in  evil  hour. 

H  3  Trust,  ye  people,  in  his  arm. 
Fear  no  desolating  harm : 
*  Let  the  men  of  scornful  eye 

Tremble,  for  their  fall  is  nigh. 

—  4  If  your  riches  overflow. 

Transient  is  all  good  below: 
Pow'r  belongeth  unto  God, — 
Soon  will  come  his  chast'ning  rod. 

5  Mercy,  too,  to  God  belongs  ; 
Praise  him  in  your  joyful  songs: — 


PSALM  62,  63.  145 

In  the  great  rewarding  day 

He  will  all  your  deeds  repay  !  allen. 

Third  Ver.  —  lis.  Tappan.  Portuguese  Hymn, 
God  our  Refuge  and  Strength. 

1  IN  truth,  O  my  soul,  upon  God  thou  dost  wait, 
And  He,  thy  Defence  and  Salvation,  is  near  ; 
Protected  by  Him,  what  can  harm  thy  estate, 
And  what  form  of  ill  need  awaken  thy  fear? 

2  On  Him  wait  thou  only,  ray  soul  in  distress, 
He  only,  my  Rock  and  Salvation,  is  nigh  ; 
He  will  me  protect,  and  his  name  shall  I  bless. 
He  will  me  exalt  up  to  heaven  on  high  I 

3  In  God  is  salvation!  my  hope  is  the  Lord; — 

The  Lord  is  my  strength,  and  the  Rock  of  my  might  ; 
At  all  times,  ye  people,  confide  in  his  word  ; 
Before  Him  outpour  all  your  heart  with  delight! 

ALLEN. 


63.  First  Versiox. — L.   M.  Brewer.   Uxbridge. 

Delight  in  God  and  his  Worship, 

Aff  1  GREAT  God  I  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest  ; 

The  glories,  that  compose  thy  name, 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 

1  Thou  great  and  good,  Thou  just  and  wise. 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God! 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, — 
Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

S  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 
For  Thee  1  long,  to  Thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'appear 
Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face: 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  pow^r  of  sovereign  grace, 

5  I'lj  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  j 


146 


PSALM  63. 


This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 

And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days.  watts. 


Second  Versiox. — L.  M.  Bernard.    JYaza 
Lo}igi?ig  for  the  House  of  God. 
I  I'M  banish'd  from  thy  house,  0  Lord  ; 
In  dreary  wilderness  I  stray: 
No  streams  of  life  from  thy  good  word 
My  soul's  keen  thirstiness  allay. 

aff  2  O,  how  I  long  again  to  stand 

Within  thy  holy  temple's  door, — 
To  hear  thy  law  and  just  command, 
And  see  thy  glory  there  once  more! 

3  Yet,  while  in  desert's  paths  I  rove, 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  are  near  to  me  ; 
Better  than  life  I  prize  thy  love, — 
My  praise  shall  ceaseless  rise  to  Thee ! 

p    4  In  silent  watches  of  the  night. 
As  on  thy  name  I  musing  think, 

—  My  soul  is  gladden'd  with  delight, — 
mf      Full  draughts  of  joy  and  hope  I  drink! 

—  5  Then,  Lord,  in  Thee  I'll  ever  trust. 

Under  thy  shad'wing  wings  rejoice, 
p  And,  though  I  lie  down  in  the  dust, 
mf      In  heav'n  I'll  lift  my  raptur'd  voice ! 


eth. 


allekJ 


Third  Version. — L.  P.  M.  JVashville.  Midian. 
Delight  in  God. 
Aff  1  FOR  Thee,  O  Lord,  with  strong  desire 
My  soul  doth  earnestly  inquire  ; 

I  long,  I  thirst,  I  pant  for  Thee, — 
As  traveller  in  desert  wide. 
Where  no  sweet  water-brook  doth  glide, 
The  crystal  well  desires  to  see ! 

2  In  watches  of  the  silent  night 

Visions  of  Thee  shall  cheer  my  sight. 
My  soul  shall  triumph  in  thy  love  ; 
Because  thy  goodness,  Lord,  I  know, 
mf      I'll  praise  Thee,  v.hile  I  dwell  below. 

And  praise  Thee  in  the  heav'n  above!  allen. 


PSALM  63.  147 

Fourth  Ver. — C.   M.    Lanesborongh.    Laurens, 
Worship  of  God. 

1  EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 

My  thirsty  spirit  taints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 
Beneath  a  burning  sky, 

Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die ! 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 
Through  all  thy  temple  shine  ; 

My  Godj  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour. 
That  vision,  so  divine! 

mf  4  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys. 
Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

>■   5  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

mf      I'll  bless  my  God  and  King  ; 

Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

And  tune  my  lips  to  sing!  watts. 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.  Nottingham,    Stephens, 

Midnight  Thoughts. 
P     1  'T  WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 
I  thought  upon  thy  power, 
I  kept  thy  face,  O  Lord,  in  sight 
Amidst  the  darkest  hour. 

2  My  jQesh  lay  resting  on  my  bed. 
My  soul  arose  on  high  ; — 
aff      ^'My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,"  I  said, 
"Bring  thy  salvation  nigh." 

—  3  My  spirit  labors  up  thine  hill. 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still, 
While  I  pursue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  stretches  o'er  my  head 
The  shadow  of  thy  wings  \ 


148  PSALM  63. 

mf      My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 

My  tongue  awakes  and  sings!         watts* 

Sixth  Version, — C.  M.    Downs,  Medfield. 

Thirsting  for  God, 
Aff  1   0,  GOD,  my  God !  for  Thee  I  thirst, 

In  deserts  while  I  stray  ; 

O,  from  the  rock  some  stream  to  burst, 

To  cheer  me  in  my  way ! 

2  Within  thy  house  once  more  reveal 
The  wonders  of  thy  love. 
That  I  again  may  taste  and  feel 
Thy  temple-joys  above ! 

8  Thy  loving  kindness;  0  my  Lord, 
Than  life  is  better  far  ; 
The  light  of  thy  pure,  faithful  word 
Shall  be  my  guiding  star. 

4  And  when  at  last  upon  my  bed, 
At  life's  near  close,  I  rest 
len      My  weary,  fainting,  dying  head, — 
mf      Thy  name  shall  still  be  blest !  allen. 

Seventh  Version. — S.  M.  Boylston,  Olmutz. 
Seeking  God, 

1  MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  Thee  mine  ; 
And  in  my  heart  awake  a  song 
In  praise  of  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  ; 

Not  travellers,  where  sand-waves  roll, 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place  ; 

mf      To  see  thy  pow'r,  to  taste  thy  word, 
And  feel  thy  quickening  grace  ! 

ftff  4  For  life  without  thy  love 
No  relish  can  afford  ; 
No  joy,  compar'd  with  this,  I  prove, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord ! 


PSALM  63.  149 

—  5  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 

1  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  deem  thy  counsels  wise  and  right, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind, 
mf  6  My  Help  and  my  Defence! 
To  Thee  my  s])irit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

—  7  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

In  safety  keeps  my  soul  j 
Naught  to  my  heart  despondence  brings, — 
mf      Thou  dost  all  things  control!  watts. 

Eighth  Versiox. — 7s.  JWiremburo;,  Alsen, 
Seeking  God. 
mf  1  THOU  art,  Lord,  my  God  and  Rock, 

And  forever  will  be  mine! 

Naught  my  confidence  shall  shock, 

Naught  remove  thy  love  divine! 
mp  2  Thirsty,  faint,  my  soul  implores 

Mercy,  grace,  and  peace  from  Thee  ; 

Pilgrims  on  the  sun-burnt  shores 

Ne'er  the  stream  would  gladlier  see-! 
aff  3  Lord,  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

In  thy  house  would  I  behold  ; 

Show  thyself  to  me  once  more  ; 

All  thy  grace  and  love  unfold ! 

4  Better  far,  than  life  and  joy, 
I  thy  loving  kindness  deem  ; 

mf      Therefore  songs  my  lips  employ^ 
mp      Praising  mercy's  ceaseless  stream! 

5  In  the  silent  hours  of  night 
On  thy  goodness  do  I  dwell  ; 

mf      Ever  in  the  realms  of  light 

<:       From  my  lips  thy  praise  shall  swell!        allen. 

Ninth  Version. — 6  &  4.  Oakham.    Italian  Hymn, 
Thirsting  for  God. 
Aff  1  FOR  Thee  with  strong  desire 
My  soul  doth.  Lord,  inquire  ; 
I  thirst  for  Thee, 
13* 


150  PSALM  64,  ^5. 

As  in  the  desert  wide, 
Where  no  sweet  brook  doth  glide, 
The  trav'ller  oft  hath  sigh'd 
Some  fount  to  see  ! 

2  In  watches  of  the  night 
Visions  shall  cheer  my  sight, 

Thoughts  of  thy  love  I 
Because  thy  grace  I  know, 
mf      Pll  praise  Thee  here  below. 
And  praise  shall  endless  flow 

In  heaven  above  I  Allen. 


PSALM  64.  L.  M.  Bernard,  Hebron. 
Ptayer  against  Slandefefs* 
Aff  1  HEAR,  0,  my  God!  my  earnest  prayer, 
And  bless  me  with  thy  watchful  care  ; 
Preserve  me  from  my  slanderous  foes, 
Whose  words  are  arrows  from  their  bows. 

—  2  Their  cunning  stratagems  they  lay, 
And  deem  me  but  a  helpless  prey  ; — 
But  God  his  keenest  shafts  shall  aim, 

>       And  pierce  them  to  their  utter  shame  I 

mf  3  All  men  God^s  wondrous  works  shall  see. 

And  reverence  his  majesty  I 
mp      Thy  saints,  with  mingled  love  and  fear, 
mf      A  monument  of  praise  shall  rear !         allen. 


65.  First  Ver. — L.  M.    Walton.     Winchester. 

Public  Prayer  and  Praise. 
1  THE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  Thee, 
My  God,  and  praise  becomes  thy  house: 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

mp  2  O  Thou,  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 
To  save,  when  humble  sinners  pray, 

mf      All  lands  to  Thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  grateful  isles  of  ev*ry  sea. 


PSALM  65.  151 

—  3  Blest  is  the  man,  whom  Thou  in  love 

Dost  choose,  within  thy  courts  to  dwell  ; 
mf      His  are  the  holy  joys  above,— 
mp      Delights,  no  tongue  can  ever  tell ! 

—  4  Oft  hast  Thou  heard  thy  Zion's  cr}', 

And  sent  thy  righteous  wrath  abroad  ; 
And  still  to  pray'r  Thou  dost  reply, 
Oj  Thou,  thy  Zion's  strength  and  God  I 

mf  5  Soon  shall  the  flocking  nations  run, 

To  Zion's  hill  and  own  their  Lord  ; — 

The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 

Shall  see  the  Savior's  name  adored!      Witts* 

Second  Vers i ox. — L.  M.  Duke  Street.  Brentford* 
Seasons  of  the   Year. 

1  SEASONS  and  times  obey  thy  voice  ; 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruitj  and  dress'd  in  flowxrs. 

2  'Tis  from  thy  watery  stores  on  high 
The  thirsty  ground  receives  supply  ; 
The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  food  the  valleys  yield. 

mf  3  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
O^er  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine : — 
Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 

f         Great  God!  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year! 

WATTS. 

Third  Versiox. — L.   M.    Lancaster,    Ward, 
Spring  :  Spiritual  Influences. 
mf  1  0  GOD!  in  Zion  shall  thy  name 
Be  magnified  in  grateful  songs, 
Thy  saints  shall  give  Thee,  with  acclaim, 
The  glory,  which  to  Thee  belongs  ! 

mp  2  Thou  visitest  the  earth  in  love, 
And  wat'rest  it,  from  thine  abode. 
With  rains,  which  come  down  from  above, 
And  shed  refreshing  joys  abroad. 

3  Thou  waterest  the  ridged  field. 

Its  furrows  makest  soft  with  showers  ; 


152  PSALM  ^5^ 

Thou  causest  it  returns  to  yield, — 
A  lovely  crown  of  fruits  and  flowers ! 

mf  4  The  year  with  goodness  Thou  dost  crown  ;— 
Thy  paths  drop  fatness  on  the  land  ; — 
E'en  in  the  wilderness  are  sown 
The  seeds,  which  spring  at  thy  command. 

5  The  hills  on  ev'ry  side  rejoice. 

The  pastures  are  with  flocks  spread  o'er  ; — 
The  valleys  lift  up  joyful  voice, 
And  grateful  harvest-songs  outpour. 

aff  6  Blest  influences,  from  Thee  that  come. 
Lord!  wilt  Thou  not  on  man  bestow? 
That  flow'rs  of  paradise  may  bloom, 
And  heav'nly  fruits  on  earth  may  grow  ? 

ALLEN. 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.  Albany.  Downs. 
God  present  in  Zion, 

1  PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  Thee  ; 
There  shall  our  vows  be  paid : — 
Thou  hast  an  ear,  when  sinners  pray, 
All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  we  our  num'rous  sins  deplore, 
But  Thou  canst  pardon  well ; 

And  Thou  wilt  grant  us  skill  and  power 
Each  raging  sin  to  quell. 

3  Blest  are  the  men,  whom  Thou  wilt  choose, 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face. 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thy  house. 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  answ'ring,  when  thy  churches  plead, 
Thy  truth  and  terror  shine  ; 

And  works  of  righteousness  and  dread 
Fulfil  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wond'ring  nations  see, 
The  Lord  is  good  and  just, 

mf      And  distant  islands  fly  to  Thee, 

And  make  thy  name  their  trust!      watts. 


PSALM  65.  153 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.  JVottingham ,  JVeicton. 
Providence  of  God. 
1  'T  IS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 
God  of  eternal  power! 
p         The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
7>       And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

—  2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade 
Successive  comforts  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 
Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  distill  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  Divine  ! 

4  Those  wand'ring  cisterns  in  the  sky, 
Borne  by  the  winds  around. 

With  wat'ry  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

6  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
mf      Thy  goodness  crow'ns  the  year !  watts. 

Sixth  Versiox. — C.  M.  JS*oUxngham.  JVeioton. 
A  Psalm  for  the  Husbandman. 

1  GOOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
Who  makes  the  earth  his  care,  ^ 
Visits  the  pastures  ev'ry  spring, 

And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high. 
Pour  out,  at  his  command. 

Their  wat'ry  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

5  The  softenM  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  spring  ; 
The  valleys  rich  provision  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  sing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  side 
Rejoice  at  falling  showers  ; 


154  PSALM  65. 

The  meadows,  drest  in  all  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 

5  The  barren  clods^  refresh'd  with  rain. 
Promise  a  joyful  crop  ; 

The  parched  grounds  look  green  again. 
And  raise  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  Thou,  Lord,  at  length  the  year  dost  crown 
With  treasures  of  thy  love, 

And  in  thy  mercy  sendest  down 

Rich  blessings  from  above!  watts. 

Seventh  Version. — H.  ^I.JVuremburg.  Haywood, 
JS^atural  and  Spiritual  Influences, 

mp       1  THE  dry  and  barren  ground 

Thou  visitest  in  love  ; 

Thy  blessings.  Lord,  abound. 

Outpoured  from  above  ; — 
Thou  sendest  rain  on  earth  below, 
Rivers  of  joy  from  Thee  do  flow ! 

2  Behold !  the  ridged  field,— 
Its  furrows  soft  with  showers, — 
Thou  makest  fruits  to  yield, 
And  dost  adorn  with  flowers ! — 
mf      Around  thy  bounties.  Lord,  are  strown  ; 

The  year  with  goodness  Thou  dost  crown  ! 

—       3  The  grassy  hills  rejoice, 

And  are  with  flocks  spread  o'er  ; 
The  valleys  lift  their  voice. 
And  songs  of  praise  outpour: — 

f         We,  Lord,  would  join  in  nature's  song  ; 
Our  lips  thy  praises  would  prolong! 

Aff     4  Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  as  showers, 

O,  send  down  from  the  sky. 

That  virtues  here,  as  flowers, 

May  gladden  ev'ry  eye  ; 
That  barren  hearts  may  fruitful  be, 
f         And  endless  songs  may  rise  to  Thee  !     illeic. 


PSALM  65.  155 

Eighth  Version. — 8s.  .yorthficld.  Berkley. 
Spring:  Spiritual  Influences. 
dol  1  THE  earth  Thou  dost  visit  in  love. 
Renewing  its  face  in  the  spring  ; 
Thou  sendest  down  rain  from  above. 
And  treasures  of  good  Thou  dost  bring. 

2  ThoUj  Lord,  dost  thy  mercies  bestow: — 
With  water  the  river  of  God 

On  hinds,  that  are  waste,  doth  o-erflow, 
Refreshing  and  ghidd'ning  the  sod. 

3  Thou  wat'rest  the  ground,  that  is  ploughed, 
And  soft'nest  each  ridge  with  thy  showers  ; 

mp      Though  dark  and  terrilic  thy  cloud, 
<:        It  joy  and  abundance  outpours  ! 

—  4  The  desert  is  clothed  in  green, 

The  valleys  are  fruitful  around. 
The  hills  all  rejoicing  are  seen  ; — 
mf      The  year  with  thy  goodness  is  crowned! 

Aff  5  O,  Lord !  on  our  waste,  dreary  heart 
Sweet  influence  send  from  above  ! 
Thine  own  blessed  Spirit  impart, 
With  fruits  of  all  goodness  and  love!     alle>'. 

Ninth  Version. — 6  S;  4.  Oakham.  Italian  Hijmn, 
Prayer  for  Peace. 

1  O,  THOU,  who  art  the  hope 
Of  all  within  earth's  scope, 
And  on  the  sea, 
aff      Lord,  hear  us,  when  we  cry, 
And  from  thy  throne  on  high 
Send  saving  power  nigh, 
And  mercy  free ! 

f     2  The  ocean's  raging  voice, 
<       The  wave's  tumultuous  noise 
>  Thou  dost  make  calm: 

—  We  pray  Thee,  Lord,  to  quell 
The  war-cry  and  the  yell, 

f         Which  o'er  the  earth  do  swell 
With  direful  harm ! 


156  PSALM  66, 

3  Stretch  out  thine  arm  abroad, 
0  Thou  eternal  God, 

In  might  and  love ! 
—       Let  strife  no  more  annoy, 

Let  war  no  more  destroy  ; — 
-<       Be  earth  in  peace  and  joy, 
mf  Like  heav'n  above! 


66.    First  Version. — C.  M.  Santee.  Marloiv, 
God  praised  and  obeyed, 
mf   1  SING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
Sing  >vith  a  joyful  noise  ; 
With  melody  of  sounds  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Pow'r,  that  shakes  the  sky, 
mp      *'How  terrible  art  Thou? — 

Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 
Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow  !" 

—  S  Lord,  Thou  hast  prov'd  our  suffering  souls, 
To  make  our  graces  shine  ; — 
So  silver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

4  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 
We  march  at  thy  command. 
Led  to  possess  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand!  watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Colchester.  Medjield, 
God  hearing  Prayer. 

1  NOW  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
To  that  almighty  Power, 

Who  heard  me,  when  I  humbly  prayed 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  : 

Come  ye,  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders,  He  hath  done ! 


PSALM  ee. 


157 


mp  3  When  on  my  head  huge  sorrows  fell, 

I  sought  his  heav'niy  aid  ; 

He  sav'd  my  sinking  soul  from  hell 
>       And  death's  eternal  shade. 

—  4  My  God  hath  heard  my  poor  request. 

And  turn'd  his  eye  to  me  ; 
mf      My  God, — his  name  be  ever  blest! — 

Hath  set  my  spirit  free  !  watts. 


Third  Versiox. — H.  M.  Stow.  Marah. 
Praise  for  Mercy. 

1  INTO  thy  house  I  bring 
My  grateful  ofPrings  now; 
To  Thee,  my  heav'niy  King, 
I  pay  my  solemn  vow, — 

My  vow,  in  trouble's  dark  array. 
Now  pay  in  light  of  joyous  day ! 

2  Come,  ye,  who  fear  the  Lord, 
And  seek  the  things  above  ; 
Come,  hear  my  thankful  word, 
Declaring  all  his  love ! 

Oppress'd  with  guilt,  I  earnest  prayed. 
And  soon  his  mercy  was  displayed! 

3  He  heard  my  earnest  cry. 
For  I  my  sin  deplored : 
He  brought  salvation  nigh, 
O  blessed  be  the  Lord  ! — 

Then  seek  his  love  in  guilt  and  wo, 

And  ye  his  saving  pow'r  shall  know  1    allen. 


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Fourth  Versiox. — 7s.    Wilmot.    Southampton. 
Praise  to  God  for  his  Works. 
f  M  1  EARTH!  with  joy  and  loud  acclaim 
Sing  the  honors  of  God's  name  ; 
Sing  of  Him,  whose  law  is  right  ; 
Sing  the  greatness  of  his  might! 

ti    2  Come,  the  works  of  God  behold, 
Wonders,  which  He  did  of  old ! — 
Lo,  the  sea  at  his  command, 
Strangely  turns  into  dry  land ! 
14 


153  PSALM  67. 

3  Lo, — the  flood  of  Jordan  flows 
Tow'rds  the  fountain,  whence  it  rose  ; 
So  the  people  pass  o'er  blest 

To  the  promis'd  land  of  rest! 

4  0,  then,  bless  the  name  of  God, 
Whose  great  works  are  spread  abroad  ; 
Firmly  tread  th'  appohited  way^ 

f<      It  will  lead  to  realms  of  day !  allen. 


67.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Old  Hundred.    Winches- 
ier.  Walton. 
Prayer  for  the  Triumph  of  the  Gospel. 
p     1  BE  kind  to  us,  0  God,  and  bless^ 
And  let  thy  face  in  mercy  beam  ; 
0,  shed  abroad  thy  righteousness. 
Let  light  on  all  the  nations  gleam! 

mf  2  Let  all  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord, 
Let  them  be  glad  and  sing  for  joy, 
For  Thou  wilt  render  just  reward, 
And  all  thine  enemies  destroy. 

S  Soon  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
To  Him,  whose  right  it  is  to  reign  ; 
Then  shall  the  trium])hs,  He  has  won, 
Be  praised  in  holy,  joyful  strain. 

f     4  Let  all  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord, 
Let  the 01  be  glad  and  sing  for  joy  ; 
Then  shall  the  nations  fear  thy  word. 
And  taste  of  bliss, — no  ills  annoy!         allen. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Dedham.  Mear. 
Prayer  for  Zion  and  our  Country. 
mf  1  SHINE,  glorious  God,  on  Zion  shine 
With  beams  of  heav'nly  light ; 
Through  all  our  land  thy  pow'r  divine 
Display  before  our  sight. 

2  Amid  our  States,  in  Union  bound, 
Do  Thou  our  glory  stand, 
And,  like  a  wall  of  fire  around, 
Protect  the  fav'rite  land ! 


PSALM  67.  159 

mp  3  When  shall  thy  name  from  shore  to  shore 

—  Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  Thee  adore. 
Their  Savior  and  their  God? 

f     4  Ye  distant  lands,  sing  to  the  Lord, 
Sing  loud  with  solenm  voice  ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  his  praise  record, 

<  And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice !  watts. 

Third  Versiox.  H.  M.  JWwhurg.  Hayicood, 
Prayer  for  Christ's  Kingdom. 
Aff      1  IN  mercy.  Lord,  and  love 
Display  to  us  thy  power  ; 
Shine  on  us  from  above, 
And  bless  us  evermore  ! 
O,  that  thy  way 
Through  earth  were  known,  And,bowing  dovni, 
All  own'd  thy  sway ! 

2  0,  let  the  people  raise, 
In  honor  of  thy  name, 
Their  grateful  songs  of  praise, 
f  With  glad  and  loud  acclaim  ! 

—  For  Thou,  we  know, 
Enthron'd  in  light,  Dost  judge  aright 

All  men  below. 

f         3  Let  all  the  nations  sing, 

<  And  shout  aloud  for  joy. 
For  Jesus  now  is  King, 
And  rules  the  earth  and  sky ! 

mp  May  we  al)ove, 

-<        With  all  the  good,  In  rapt'rous  mood. 

Extol  his  love  !  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 7s.  JWtrembiirpr .  Turin, 

o 
[Repeat  the  first  two  lines  of  N.] 
Future  Glory  of  the  Church. 
fn   1  ON  thy  church,  0  Pow'r  Divine, 
Cause  thy  glorious  face  to  shine  ; 
Till  the  nations  from  afar 
Hail  her  as  their  guidmg  star  ; 
Till  her  sons  from  zone  to  zone 
Make  thy  great  salvation  known  ! 


160  PSALM  67,  68. 

2  Then  shall  God  with  lavish  hand 

Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land ; 

Earth  shall  yield  her  rich  increase, 
P>-  Every  breeze  shall  whisper  peace, 
fn      And  the  world's  remotest  bound 

With  the  voice  of  praise  resound! 

SPIRIT  OF  PSALMS. 

Fifth  Version. — 10s.  <Sr  lis.  Lyons. 
Prayer  for  God^s  Kingdom. 

1  O  LORD !  in  thy  love  thy  mercies  bestow  ; 
With  beams  from  above  shine  on  us  below. 
That  all  men,  now  under  the  arch  of  the  sky. 
May  see  with  great  wonder  salvation  brought  nigh. 

2  O  God!  let  thy  name  be  prais'd  all  around, 
Let  all  men  with  joy  thy  glory  resound  ; 

Then  earth  shall  her  treasures  most  amply  outpour, 
And  plenty  and  pleasures  shall  spring  from  thy  power. 

ALLEN. 


68.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Jlppleton.  Rockingham. 

Justice  and  Kindness  of  God. 

f     1  LET  God  arise  in  all  his  might, 
And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight. 
As  smoke,  that  sought  to  cloud  the  skies, 
Before  the  rising  tempest  flies. 

2  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  sky  ; 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high: 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace  ; 
Ye  saints,  rejoice  before  his  face ! 

mp  3  The  widow  and  the  fatherless 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  sharp  distress  ; 
In  Him  the  poor  and  helpless  find 
A  Judge  most  just,  a  Father  kind. 

—  4  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 

And  pris'ners  see  the  light  again  ; 

But  rebels,  who  dispute  his  will, 
P>     Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still,  watts^ 


PSALM  68.  161 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Jippleton.  Rockingham, 
GoiVs   Sovereignty. 
fill  KINGDOMS  and  thrones  to  God  belong, 
Crown  Him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song  ; 
His  wondrous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearse, 
His  honors  in  your  thankful  verse  ! 

2  He  shakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms? 

—  In  Israel  are  his  mercies  known, 
Israel  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

mf  3  Proclaim  Him  King, — pronounce  Him  blest  ; 

He's  your  defence. — your  joy, — your  rest  j 
p         When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
f         God  is  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint !  watts. 

Third  Version'. — L.  31.  Rockingham.  Duke  Str, 

Christ's  Ascension. 
«nf  1  LORD,  when  Thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  fill-d  the  sky: 
Those  heav'nly  guards  around  Thee  wait. 
Like  chariots,  that  attend  thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there, 
While  He  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

S  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell. 
Holding  our  race  in  bondacre  dread. 
Were  all  in  chains  as  captives  led ! 

—  4  Rais'd  by  the  Father  to  the  throne, 

He  sent  the  promised  Spirit  down, 

With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 

That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again,     watts. 

Fourth  Version. — L.  INI.  Uxbridge.  Alfreton. 

God's  .Mercies. 
4  1     1  WE  bless  the  Lord,  the  just  and  good. 
Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food. 
Who  pours  his  blessings  from  the  skies, 
And  loads  our  davs  with  rich  supplies. 
14*       " 


162  PSALM  68. 

2  He  sends  the  sun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain 
Refresh  the  thirsty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath. 
And  all  our  near  escapes  from  death : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong ! 

He  helps  the  weak  and  guards  the  strong. 

4  He  makes  the  saint  and  sinner  prove 
The  common  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difPrence,  that  remains, 
Is  endless  joys  and  endless  pains. 

5  His  own  right  hand  his  saints  shall  raise 
From  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  seas, 

mf      And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above. 

There  to  enjoy  his  perfect  love !        watts. 

Fifth  Version. — L.  M.  Lancaster.    Uxbridge. 
Resurrection  and  Power  of  Christ, 
II    1  Ye  mountain  heights,  why  look  with  pride 
On  Zion's  humbler  mountain  side  ? 
On  Zion's  hill  our  God  doth  dwell  ; 
Forever  loves  He  Zion  well! 

2  From  Zion's  hill  when  Jesus  rose. 
And,  trampling  on  his  conquered  foes. 
Ascended  up  to  heav'n  on  high. 
Ten  thousand  angels  fill'd  the  sky. 

3  Then  were  his  foes  as  captives  led. 
Captives  to  Him,  whose  blood  they  shed; 

—      Then  He  receiv'd  large  gifts  for  men. 
Rebels  to  bring  to  God  again ! 

4  Jesus ! — thy  pow'r  shall  guide  our  feet 
Through  deserts  wide  up  to  thy  seat, 

<       And,  while  we  know  salvation's  joys, 

f         Eternal  praise  our  lips  employs !        allen. 

Sixth  Version. — 75.  Edyjield.  Prentiss. 
God^s  wonderful  Works. 
m(  1  GOD,  the  Lord,  is  thron'd  on  high. 
Quick  his  foes  before  Him  fly  ; — 


PSALM  68.  163 

While  the  wicked  He  destroys, 
Good  men  in  their  God  rejoice  ! 

f     2  Sing  to  God !  extol  his  name ! 

All  his  works  with  joy  proclaim  ; — 
mp      He  is  orphan's  friend  on  high, 

Widow's  judge,  when  she  doth  cry. 

—  3  God  the  des'late  gives  a  home. 
Bids  the  pris'ner  freely  roam  ; 
While  He  loves  the  righteous  well, 
In  waste  land  the  wicked  dwell ! 

4  Lord,  w^hen  Thou  thy  saints  didst  lead. 
And  in  desert  paths  didst  tread. 
Earth,  alarm'd,  with  fear  did  quake, 
Clouds  with  rain-drops  did  outbreak. 

6  Thou  the  rain  didst  then  outpour, 
And  the  parched  tribes  restore  ; 
They  could  dwell  in  wilderness ! 
Thou,  0  God,  the  poor  dost  bless!        allen. 

Seventh  Versiox. — 8,  7  St  4.  OUphant. 
Power  of  Christ, 
jf    1  SING  to  God  ;  to  God  sing  praises  ; 
Riding  on  the  heav'ns  above, 
Lo,  his  pow'r  the  world  amazes. 
While  his  saints  partake  his  love,-^ 

While  his  mercy 
Fatherless  and  widows  prove, 

2  Jesus,  known  as  Judah's  Lion, 
Strikes  his  enemies  with  dread; 
Holy  is  his  hill  of  Zion, 
Lifting  hicfh  its  craggy  head, 

Firmly  planted, 
Glory  bright  around  it  spread ! 

3  Jesus,  Thou  on  high  ascendest, 
Leading  mighty  foe  in  chains  ; — 
Now  thy  servants  Thou  defendest  ; 
Each  through  Thee  the  vict'ry  gains  ; 

Each  in  glory 
Near  thy  throne  forever  reigns !        alle>-  . 


1B4  PSALM  69. 

69.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Windham,  Hanover- 
Sufferings  of  Christ. 

p     1  DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul ! 

2  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Have  made  his  death  a  blessing  prove  ; 
The  dreadful  sufPrings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  sin,  and  pardon  won. 

S  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honors  of  thy  law  restored; 
His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known. 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

aff  4  0,  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive. 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  1 
Jehovah!  hear  us  in  his  name. 
Nor  let  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  shame !     watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Dedham.  Marlotu. 
ClirisVs  Obedience  and  Death, 

1  FATHER,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  love, 
1  bless  my  Savior's  name  ; 
He  brought  salvation  from  above, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 

p     2  His  dying  groan,  his  flowing  wound 
Shall  better  please  my  God, 
Than  harp's  or  trumpet's  solemn  sound, 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

f     3  Let  heav'n  and  all,  that  dwell  on  high. 
To  God  their  voices  raise, 
While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praise ! 

4  Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God ! 
—       Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates, 

And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood. 

For  thine  own  Israel  waits.  watts. 


PSALM  69,  70.  1G5 

Third  Version. — C.  M.    Grafton.    Marloiv, 
Prayer  of  Christ  in  Suffering. 

1  ^^SAVE  me,  my  God  !"— the  SuiPrer  cried,— 
"The  floods  my  soul  o'erflow  ; — 

Why  hast  Thou  turn'd  thine  ear  aside. 
And  left  Me  in  my  wo  ? 

2  "Reproachful  shame  have  I  not  borne  ? 
I  bear  it  on  this  tree, — 

My  hands  and  feet  by  fast'nings  torn, 
My  soul  in  agony ! 

3  "Still,  O  my  God,  in  mercy  hear, 
And  turn  this  tide  of  wo  ; — 

Then  shall  thy  servant  trust  mid  fear, 
And  thy  salvation  know. 

mf  4  "My  Father!  Thou  hast  heard  my  cr}'! 
'Tis  flnish'd  !  Wo  is  fled !  "— 

—  Thus  spake  the  Sufferer,  stretch'd  on  high, 
p  z>     And,  dying,  bow'd  his  head. 

p<  5  He  died, — but  now  He  lives  above, 
<       And  wears  a  glorious  crown  ! 

—  He  saves  the  people  of  his  love. 
But  casts  the  wicked  down. 

6  Good  men  in  shame !  behold  the  cross. 
And  all  its  blessings  claim  ; 
Eternal  gain  succeeds  your  loss, 
A  crown  succeeds  vour  shame  !  allen. 


PSALM  70.     S.  M.  Olmidz.    Lathrop, 
Prayer  for  Help. 
Aff  1  IN  mercy  help  me.  Lord, 

And  bring  deliv'rance  nigh  ; 

O,  send  thy  poAv'rful,  saving  word, — 

An  angel  from  the  sky. 

—  2  Mine  enemies  confound. 

That  would  my  soul  destroy  ; 

Thine  arm  shall  smite  them  to  the  ground, 

That  would  my  peace  annoy. 

aff  3  Then  with  intense  delight. 
All,  who  salvation  love, 


tee  PSALM  71. 

Shall  here  extol  thy  grace  and  might, 
And  praise  thy  name  above. 

4  Pm  needy,  Lord,  and  poor. 
And  chasten'd  by  thy  rod  : 
Thou  art  my  Savior  evermore, — 
O,  tarry  not,  my  God !  allen. 


71.  First  Ver. — C.  M.  Warwich,  Howard, 
Christ  our  Strength  and  Righteousness. 

1  MY  Savior,  my  Almighty  Friend! 
When  I  begin  thy  prai.-^e, 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end. 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust. 
Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 

And,  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  way, 

mf      And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength 
<       Up  to  eternal  day ! 

mp  4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
—       I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness. 

And  seek  the  peace  within. 

mf  5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King? 

My  soul  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
f         Shall  thy  salvation  sing !  watts. 

Second  Version. —  C.  M.    Grafton,   Burford, 
Aged  Christianas  Prayer. 

AfT  1  GOD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth. 
The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  th}^  heavn'ly  truth. 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways ! 

2  Wilt  Thou  forsake  my  hoary  head. 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ^ 


PSALM  71,  72.  167 

Who  shall  preserve  me  from  the  dead, 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
To  the  surviving  age, 
And  leave  the  savor  of  thy  name, 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

p  4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove: — 

—  0,  njay  these  poor  remains  of  breath 

<:>    Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  !         watts. 

Third  VEnsiov.— S.  M.  Dccer.    St.   Thomas. 

Confidence  in  God  in  Old  Age* 
Aflfl  BE  Thou,  my  fortress,  Lord, 

The  rock  of  my  defence  : 

O,  save  me  by  thy  fiithful  word, 

My  shield  and  conlidence  ! 

2  My  hope  has  lean'd  on  Thee 
From  earliest  days  of  youth, 
Relying  on  thy  mercy  free. 
On  thy  unchanging  truth. 

3  Then  cast  me  not  away 
In  feeble,  gray,  old  age, 

Now,  while  m\^  foes  deride  and  say, — 
No  hope  his  feai's  assuage. 

mf  4  Thou  art  my  hope  and  strength, 
Thou  God  of  grace  and  love  ; — 
And  Thou  wilt  plant  my  feet  at  length 

f  <      On  Zion's  hill  above  ! 

—  5  Thy  righteousness  Til  tell  ; 

My  harp  thy  praise  prolongs, — 
Thou  Holy' One  of  Israel, — 
f<     In  never  endinar  son;rs!  allen. 


72.  First  Yersiox. — L.  M.  Danvers.  St,  Pauls, 
The  Kingdom  of  Christ. 
mf  1   GREAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  knoA\-n  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 


168  PSALM  72. 

Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r, — exalt  his  throne ! 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands  ; 
All  heav'n  submits  to  his  commands  j 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust ; 
His  worship  and  his  fear  shall  last, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  past! 

dol  4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown. 

So  shall  He  send  his  influence  down  ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distills, 
Like  heavn'ly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

—  5  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light. 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

mf  6  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Drest  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
p         Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
f         Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown !      watts. 

Second  Version. — L.   M.   Lyman.    RothivelL 
ChrisVs  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

\\    1  JESUS  shall  reign,  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journies  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more ! 

2  Behold  the  Islands,  with  their  kings. 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings  ; 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold. 
There  India  shines  in  eastern  gold, 
And  barb'rous  nations  at  his  word 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord. 

4  For  Him  shall  endless  pray'r  be  made. 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 


PSALM  72.  169 

mp  <  His  name,  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise, 

—  With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
mp      Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song. 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

f     6  Blessings  abound,  where'er  He  reigns! 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains, 
mp  >  The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

—  And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

fir?  Let  ev'ry  creature  rise  and  bring 

Peculiar  honors  to  their  King: 

Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
>       And  earth  repeat  the  long  amei>  !       watts. 

Third  Versiox. — L.  M.    JVaijne.    Walton, 

The  E'ingdotn  of  Christ. 
i»     1  JESUS  shall  reign,  where'er  the  light 
Of  glorious  sun  cheers  human  sight, 
And  firm  shall  stand  his  throne  of  love. 
While  silver  moon  shall  shine  above. 

2  His  kingdom  wide  from  sea  to  sea 
Shall  spread  the  joys  of  harmony, 
And  his  just  laws  shall  sin  control 
From  southern  to  the  northern  pole. 

3  All  kings  shall  bow  do\vn  at  his  feet. 
And  humbly  render  homage  meet, — 
All  nations  shall  obey  his  law, 

And  serve  their  Lord  with  rev'rent  awe. 

mp  4  For  He  the  helpless  one  shall  bless. 
The  needy  and  the  fatherless: — 
He  bringeth  back  from  threat'ning  graves, 
And  dying  souls  redeems  and  saves. 

mf  5  Forever  shall  remain  his  name. 

While  sun  shall  move  in  yon  blue  sky: 

f         All  nations  shall,  with  loud  acclaim. 

Praise  the  Redeemer  from  on  hicfh  !       allen. 
15 


170  PSALM  72. 

Fourth  Version.— S.  P.  M.  Dalston.  Bethel. 
Christ  the  King  of  Zion, 
mf  1  THY  God,  O  Zioii,  reigns, 
And  justice  e'er  maintains, 

While  sun  and  moon  shall  run  their  race  ; 
mp      Sweetly  his  grace  comes  down. 
Like  rain  on  grass  new  mown, 

As  show'rs  on  earth,  man's  dwelling  place. 

—  2  The  righteous  in  his  day 

Shall  grow  beneath  his  sway, 

And  peace  shall  last,  while  moon  shall  shine  ; 
mf      From  sea  to  distant  sea 
He  reigns  in  majesty: 

The  earth  shall  own  his  pow'r  divine  ! 

—  3  They,  who  in  deserts  dwell. 

Shall  know  his  love  full  well, 

And  all  his  foes  submit  and  bow: 

Behold  each  nation's  king 

A  present  fit  shall  bring, 

And  at  his  feet  shall  lay  it  low. 

mp  4  He  hears  the  suiPrer's  cries, 

And  gives  the  poor  supplies, 
x:        And  guilty,  dying  souls  redeems  ; 
mf      His  mighty,  outstretch'd  arm 

Shall  shield  his  friends  from  harm  ; 

—  In  darkest  hour  his  mercy  beams. 

5  His  name,  ne'er  known  in  vain. 
Forever  shall  remain, 
mf  Bright  as  the  glorious  sun  above!' — 

mp      In  Him  the  w^eary  rest, 

—  All  men  in  Him  are  blest, 

mf  And  all  the  nations  praise  his  love  !       allen. 

Fifth  Version. — H.  M.  Stou\  Hayicood. 
The  Kingdom  of  Christ. 
1  TO  Thee,  Lord!  Zion's  King, 
All  kings  shall  humbly  bow, 
The  isles  their  tribute  bring, 
And  thy  salvation  know: 
mf  From  sea  to  sea, 

From  east  to  west,  Thy  Kingdom  blest 
Shall  glorious  be ! 


PSALM  72.  171 

—       2  Thee  Persia,  Lord !  adores, 
Thee  Arahy  doth  greet  ; 
And  India  witli  her  stores 
Is  bending  at  thy  feet: 

Their  hands  unbound 
The  Ethiops  lift,  And  Tartars  swift 
inf  Thy  praise  resound  ! 

3  Before  Thee  idols  fall, 
And  temples  in  their  pride  ; 
On  Thee  shall  all  men  call. 
And  own  the  Crucitied! 
While  sun  shall  pour 
His  glorious  light.  Thee,  Lord,  more  bright, 
Shall  men  adore  !  allen. 

Sixth  Versiox. — 7s.   Southampton.    Kimball, 
Christ's  universal  Kiyigdom, 
n    1  JESUS  reigns  from  sea  to  sea, 
E'en  to  earth's  remotest  end  ; 
Desert-dwellers  bow  the  knee, 
And  his  foes  before  Him  bend. 

2  Island  kings  his  pow'r  shall  own, 
Distant  princes  gifts  shall  pay  ; 
All  kings  humbly  shall  fall  down. 
All  the  nations  Him  obey. 

3  He  doth  help  the  poor,  that  cries. 
Helpless  ones  and  the  oppress'd. 
Gives  the  needy  full  supplies. 
Saves  the  life  of  the  distress'd. 

4  Earth  is  dress'd  in  living  green. 
Plenty  o'er  its  face  is  known  , 
Fruits  are  on  the  mountains  seen. 
As  the  trees  of  Lebanon. 

5  Ever  shall  his  name  endure. 
Long  as  sun  shall  pour  its  light  ; 
Firm  his  throne,  his  kingdom  sure, 

Men  shall  praise  Him  w  ith  delight !        illen. 

Seventh  Ver. — 7  Sf  6.  Yarmouth.   Miss.  Hymn. 
Spread  of  the   Gospel. 
1  JESUS!  thy  great  salvation 
Through  all  the  earth  shall  flow. 


172  PSALM  73. 

And  kings  of  ev'ry  nation 
Before  their  King  shall  bow. 
Wild  Arabs  with  their  plunder 
Shall  bend  down  at  thy  feet  ; 
The  Persian,  filPd  with  wonder, 
Shall  star  of  Bethl'hem  greet ! 

2  The  Ethiops  with  devotion 
Shall  stretch  their  hands  out  free. 
The  Isles  of  ev'ry  ocean 

Shall  presents  bring  to  Thee: 
Thou  blessed  peace  shalt  nourish. 
While  moon  sheds  silver  light ; 
Thy  kingdom  wide  shall  flourish, 
While  golden  sun  shines  bright! 

3  From  sea  to  sea  thy  glory 
In  mightier  flood  shall  roll 
And  all  shall  know  thy  story, 
Thy  truth  from  pole  to  pole ! 
Then  let  thy  name  be  blessed, 
Savior  of  Israel ! 

And  praise  to  Thee  addressed 

By  all,  that  here  do  dwell !  a 


73.  First  Versiox. — L.  I\I.  Sunderland,  Hebron. 

Prosperity  of  Sinners  accursed. 
p     1  LORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 
To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride,  and  robes  of  honor  shine  ? 

2  But  0,  their  end, — their  dreadful  end! 
Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so: — 
On  slipp'ry  rocks  I  see  them  bend, 
>        And  fiery  billows  roll  below ! 

—  3  Their  fancied  joys, — how  fast  they  flee? 

Just  like  a  dream  with  morning's  light : 
p         Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 

Will  cease  mid  cries  of  wild  affright  I 

—  4  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine. 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood  ; 


PSALM  73.  173 

Lord,  'tis  enough,  that  Thou  art  mine, 
f         My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God!         watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Dundee.  Ferry, 
God  our  Portion. 

1  GOD,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 
My  Help  forever  near! 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
>•       ^^  hen  sinking  in  despair. 

—  2  Thy  counsels,  Lord  shall  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wilderness. 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
Thy  glorious  name  to  bless. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me. 

And,  while  the  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee ! 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke. 
And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  .^ 

f         God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock ! 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

mp  5  Behold,  the  sinners,  who  remove 
>        Far  from  thy  presence, — die  ! — 

Not  all  the  idol  gods,  they  love. 

Can  save  them,  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
f         My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
-<       And  tell  the  world  my  joy!  watts. 

Third  Version. — S.  3L  Calmar.  Olmutz. 
The  Mystery  of  Providence  unfolded. 
•  t     1    SURE,  there's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain, 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud. 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  saw  the  wicked  rise, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine. 

While  haughty  fools,  with  scornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honor  shine. 
15* 


174  PSALM  73. 

3  The  tumults  of  my  thought 
Held  me  in  hard  suspense, 

Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought, 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 

4  Thy  word  with  light  and  power 
Did  my  mistakes  amend  ; 

I  viewed  the  sinners'  lives  before. 
But  here  I  learn  their  end. 

mp  5  On  what  a  slipp'ry  steep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go  ? 

And  0,  that  dreadful,  fiery  deep, 
>        That  waits  their  fall  below ! 

—  6  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  , 
<       I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine !  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — 75.  Prentiss.  JVuremburg. 
The  Wicked  not  to  be  envied. 
f  f    1  THIS  at  length  I  know  full  well,— 
God  is  good  to  Israel : — 
None,  whose  heart  is  true,  need  fear, — 
See,  their  clouded  sun  shines  clear ! 

—  2  Once,  my  steps  had  well  nigh  fail'd, 

Seeing  guilt  uncheck'd,  unwaiPd, — 
Wickedness  in  pomp  and  pride, 
Virtue  with  disgrace  allied: — 

3  Godless  men  with  riches  blest, 
By  no  fears  or  cares  distress'd, 
While  my  heart  was  pierc'd  with  pain, 
And  my  virtuous  toils  seem'd  vain. 

mf  4  Now  the  mystery  is  clear'd, — 

All  my  doubts  have  disappear'd ; — 

—  In  thy  house  I  saw  their  end. 

All  the  woes,  which  Thou  dost  send. 

mp  5  Down  a  steep  I  see  them  slide, 

Whelm'd  beneath  a  burning  tide, — 
All  their  peace  and  pleasure  fled, 
Anguish  coming  in  their  stead. 


PSALM  74.  175 

Aff  6  Then  I  cry  in  ecstasy, — 

''Whom  have  I  in  heav'n  but  Thee? 
Though  my  earthly  frame  shall  fall, 
Thou'rt  my  strengh, — my  hope, — my  all !" 

ALLEN. 


< 


74.  First  Ver.-^-L.  M.  Ditke  Street.  Uxbridge. 
The  Lamentation  of  Israel. 

Aff  1  0  GOD  !  why  hast  Thou  cast  us  off? 
Why  are  we  made  the  wicked's  scoff? 
Remember,  Lord,  thy  tribes  of  old, 
To  whom  Thou  didst  thy  truth  unfold. 

2  Remember  Zion's  holy  mount. 
Where  oft  thy  people  did  recount 
The  wonders,  which  thy  hand  had  wrought ; — 
>        Thy  Zion,  now  to  ruin  brought ! 

—  3  Vain  was  her  walled  strength  around  ; 

Thy  temple,  burnt  down  to  the  ground, 
Th'  impostor's  mosque  now  rears  its  dome. 
And  there  imposture  finds  a  home ! 

Aff  4  How  long  shall  Zion's  foes  bear  sway? 

Shall  they,  0  Lord,  blaspheme  alway? 
raf       Stretch  out  once  more  thine  arm  of  might, 

And  put  thine  enemies  to  flight ! 

5  Once  Thou  didst  break  the  dragon's  head, 
And  in  the  sea  he  sunk  as  lead; — 
Once  Thou  didst  cleave  the  flinty  rock, 
And  out  the  gushing  fountain  broke ! 

f     6  Thou  art  our  God,  and  Thou  our  King  ; 

Thy  pow'r,  thy  grace,  thy  love,  we  sing ! 

O,  spread  salvation's  joys  around, 
<       Let  all  the  earth  thy  praise  resound!        allen. 

Second  Versiox. — C.  M.  Ferry.  Mear, 
Pleading  ivith  God. 
mp  1  HAVE  mercy  on  thy  people,  Lord, 
Nor  let  thine  anger  rise  ; 

—  0,  send  a  cheering,  joyful  word, 
Like  angel  from  the  skies. 


176  PSALM  75. 

2  Of  old,  my  God  and  King, 
Salvation  Thou  hast  wrought, 
And  ever  shall  thy  servants  sing 
mf      Thy  love  beyond  all  thought ! 

—  3  Once  did  thy  pow'r  the  sea  divide. 
And  break  the  dragon's  head  ; 
The  smitten  rock,  in  mighty  tide, 
The  streams  of  water  spread. 

4  Thine  is  the  cheerful  day,  and  thine 
The  sable  wing  of  night  ; 
Thou  mak'st  the  glorious  sun  to  shine, 
And  every  feebler  light. 

mf  5  Soon  let  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 
On  all  lands  pour  his  rays, 
And  streams  of  life  refresh  and  bless 
The  thirsty,  to  thy  praise !  allen. 


PSALM  75 C.  M.  Putneij    Ferry. 

The  Magistrate  resolving  to  he  faithfuh 

mf  It  1  I  BEAR  the  pillars  of  the  state 

With  power,  which  God  hath  given  • 
Then,  fools,  be  not  with  pride  elate, 
Nor  lift  your  horn  to  heaven ! 

2  I'll  judge  the  land  in  righteousness, 
And  shield  the  wrong'd  and  weak, 
To  sufPrers  give  the  quick  redress, 
And  ev'ry  yoke  will  break. 

—  S  There  is  a  Judge,  who  sits  on  high; 

Before  Him  all  will  stand  ; 
p         Ah,  who  can  meet  his  angry  eye. 

Or  his  avenging  hand? 

4  He  holds  a  cup  ;  the  wine  is  red  ; 
'Tis  cup  of  wrath  and  wo  ; 
>•        The  wicked  drink,  and  sink  down  dead, — 
pp      Then  drink  the  cup  below!  allen. 


PSALM  76.  177 

76.  First  Version.— L.  M.   Walton.  Duke  Street- 

God  ^reat  in  Zion. 
mf  ff  1  IN  Judah  God,  the  Lord,  doth  dwell, 

His  name  is  great  in  Israel  ; 

In  Salem  we  his  foot-steps  trace. 

In  Zion  is  his  dwelling-place  I 

2  How  often  hath  the  Lord 

Destroy'd  the  bow,  the  shield,  the  sword, 
And,  rising  on  his  people's  side, 
Hath  turn'd  the  raging  battle's  tide? 

3  Behold  proud  Egypt's  stout  array, 
Ready  to  make  thy  saints  their  prey ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  mighty  deep 
Engulfd  them  all  in  their  dead  sleep! 

4  And  there  the  rider  and  his  horse. 
The  chariot,  ling'ring  in  its  course, 

>       All  sunk  beneath  the  rushing  wave  ; — 

—  No  idol-god  had  pow'r  to  save ! 

mf  5  Then,  all  ye  righteous,  trust  the  Lord, 
And  make  your  refuge  in  his  word  ; — 
His  arm  will  quick  your  foes  destroy, 

<       And  lift  you  up  to  heav'nly  joy !  allen. 

Second  Ver. — 6  (^*  4.  Oahham.  Italian  Hymn. 

God  the  Defence  of  Zion. 
II        1   GOD  loveth  Zion  well. 

And  there  delights  to  dwell, 

And  mercy  sends  ; 
The  bow,  the  sword,  the  shield 
He  drives  from  battle-field : 
His  word  doth  safety  yield 
To  all  his  friends. 

mp      2  His  foes  slept  heavy  sleep  ; 
A  deadly  calm  they  keep. 

Nor  find  their  hands  j 

—  Then  fear  the  Lord  on  high, 
To  Him  lift  up  your  cry  ; 
Before  his  angry  eye 

No  scorner  stands. 


178  PSALM  77. 

mf      S  Surely  man's  wrath  shall  bring 
Glory  to  Zion's  King  ; — 

That  wrath  He'll  stay:— 
mp  Then,  struck  with  mighty  fear, 

mf  His  voice  majestic  hear. 

And  draw  in  rev'rence  near. 

Your  vows  to  pay!  allen. 


I  7.     First  Ver. — L.  M.   Sunderland.  Medway. 

Melancholy  and  Hope. 
Aff  1  MY  heart,  O  Lord,  is  dark  with  fears, 

My  weeping  eyes  o'erflow  with  tears  ; 

Yet  on  thy  promise  I  depend  ; 

0  God  of  love!  deliv'rance  send. 

2  I  ponder  on  the  days  of  old, — 

Thy  wonders,  which  our  fathers  told, — 
My  own  glad  songs  in  woful  night, 
And  outbreak  of  the  morning's  light. 

S  Thus  are  my  deathful  fears  outliv'd. 
Thus  is  my  failing  hope  reviv'd, 
The  past  of  future  times  can  speak, 
And  faith  invigorates  the  weak ! 

4  Through  mighty  waters  Thou  didst  lead 
And  deserts  wide  thy  chosen  seed  ; 
Their  various  wand'rings  Thou  didst  trace, 
And  bring  them  to  their  dwelling  place ! 

mf  5  Then  in  thy  guidance  will  we  trust, 

Thou,  who  art  holy,  good,  and  just! — 
If  Thou  in  us  shalt  take  delight, 

<        Our  darkest  hours  will  gleam  with  light ! 

ALLEN. 

Second  Version. —  C.  M.  Marloiv,    Patmos. 
Melancholy  and  Hope. 
Minor, 
mp  1  WITH  mournful  voice  I  cried  to  God, 

1  sought  his  gracious  ear. 

When  woes,  beneath  his  chast'ning  rod, 
Fill'd  my  sad  heart  with  fear. 


PSALM  77.  179 

2  Will  He  forever  cast  me  off? 
His  promise  ever  fail ! 
Has  He  forgot  his  tender  love? 
Shall  anger  still  prevail? 
Major, 
mf  3  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 
This  dark,  despairing  frame. 
Remembering  what  th}-  hand  hath  wrought  j — 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same ! 

4  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er. 

Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
^\'hen  flesh  could  hope  no  more. 

5  Grace  dwells  with  justice  on  the  throne, 
And  men,  who  love  thy  word. 

Have  in  thy  sanctuary  knoAvn 

The  counsels  of  the  Lord.  watts. 

Third  Versiox. — 75.  Edyfield.   Southampton, 

Confidence  in  God  in  Trouble, 
p     1  LORD,  in  dark,  afflictive  hour, 

When  bricfht  hope  outshines  no  more, 

I  thy  wondrous  deeds  of  old 

Will  to  fainting  heart  unfold, 

aff  2  Canst  Thou,  Lord,  cast  off  forever? 
Will  thy  love  refresh  me  never? 
Doth  thy  faithful  promise  fail? 
Shall  thy  servant  cheerless  wail  ? 

mf  3  Lord,  I  learn  what  Thou  hast  done, 
Thou  the  God  of  might  alone ! 
Thou  thy  people  didst  redeem  5 
Light  in  darkness  did  outbeam. 

4  Thee,  0  God !  the  waters  saw  ; 
Trembled  then  the  depths  with  awe, 
And  the  clouds  the  rain  outpoured, 
Thunders  through  the  heav'ns  roared ! 

5  Swift  thine  arrows  went  abroad  ; 
Who  shall  dare  thy  vengeance,  God? 
Lo,  the  earth  with  fear  doth  quake, 
And  asunder  mountains  break. 


180  PSALM  78. 

0  Lord  J  thy  path-way  Thou  dost  keep 
In  the  waters  of  the  deep: — 
Let  me  trust  thy  matchless  might. 
Give  me  for  my  darkness  light!         allen. 


78.  First  Version. — C.  M.  St,  Martins,  Lutzen. 

God's  Works  rehearsed  to  Children. 
II     1  LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds. 
Which  God  perform'd  of  old, — 
The  work,  which  all  our  thought  exceeds, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known. 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  ; — 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  ev'ry  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs. 

That  races  yet  of  unborn  ones 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs ! 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 

And  ne'er  forget  what  God  hath  done, 
But  keep  his  just  commands !        watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  St.  May-tins.  Marlow, 
Providence  of  God  rehearsed  to  Children. 

1  LET  children  hear  God's  mighty  deeds, 
Which  ancient  times  have  known. 
Which  each  in  Holy  Scripture  reads, — 
God's  book,  safe  handed  down. 

2  To  us,  their  sons,  our  fathers  told 
What  wonders  God  had  done  ; 

mf      And  we  will  tell  God's  works  of  old. 
Each  father  to  his  son ! 

3  Thus  generations  yet  unborn 
Shall  to  their  unborn  heirs 
Repeat  the  story  in  their  turn. 
And  they  again  to  theirs : — 

—  4  To  teach  them,  that  from  God  most  High 
Their  hope  should  never  move. 


PSALM  78,  79.  181 

mp      That  they  may  ne'er  his  wrath  defy, 
f<     But  gain  the  heav'ii  above!  allen. 

Third  Version. — 7s.  Edijjield.   Southampton, 
God^s  Miracles  for  Israel. 

II    1  WHO  can  count  God's  wonders  o'er, 
Wrought  on  Egypt's  reedy  shore. 
Where  at  last  the  first  born  dies, 
Ere  were  loos'd  the  captive's  ties? 

2  Who  his  wonders  by  the  flood, 
Which  as  wall  for  Israel  stood,-^ 
Where,  o'erwhelnied  in  the  deep, 
Mighty  host  slept  deadly  sleep? 

3  In  the  wilderness,  behold, 
God  his  gloi-y  did  unfold, 
In  the  pillar'd  fire  by  night, 
And  the  cloud  in  noon-day  light. 

4  See, — outgushing  from  the  rock, 
Streams  refresh  the  chosen  flock: 
Lo,  the  feather'd  fowl  come  down. 
And  the  bread  of  heav'n  is  strown ! 

5  Yet,  for  all  these  works  of  power, 
Israel  sinn'd  yet  more  and  more  ; 

mp      And  the  race,  in  guilty  path, 
>       Sunk  beneath  Jehovah's  wrath. 

mf  6  Greater  wonders  we  behold. 

Wrought  by  grace  and  love  untold  !-^ 

aff      Jesus !  may  we  never  be. 

For  our  sin,  destroy'd  by  Thee !  allen.- 


79.  First  Version. — S.  M.  Boylston,   Olmuiz.- 

Zion  praying  to  God,- 
1  THE  heathen  feet  have  stood 
Within  thy  temple's  gate; 
Jerusalem  is  stain'd  with  blood, 
And  weeps  her  captive  state. 

aff  2  O,  Lord,  thy  servants  hear, 
Nor  let  thine  anger  burn  : 
16 


182  PSALM  79,  80. 

Let  thine  own  saving  pow'r  be  near. 
In  mercy.  Lord,  return  ! 

S  Our  many  sins  forgive, — 

Our  guilt  has  brought  us  low  ; — 
O,  let  thy  humbled  children  hve, 
And  thy  salvation  know ! 

4  Hear  Thou  the  prisoner's  sigh, 
Rising  from  dungeon  deep. 
And  those,  who  think  not  but  to  die. 
In  thy  great  goodness  keep. 

—  5  So  we,  thy  people  freed. 

And  rescued  from  our  wrongs, — 

The  sheep  restored,  thy  pastures  feed, — 

f         AVill  lift  eternal  songs !  allen. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Boylston.   Olmiitz. 
Zion's  Prayer  in  Affliction. 
aff  1  TURN  Thee,  in  mercy  turn! 
Restore,  0  Lord,  our  joy! 
Forever  shall  thine  anger  burn, 
Thy  people  to  destroy  ?  • 

2  On  heathens  pour  thy  wrath. 
And  cast  them  down  to  shame  ; 

But  us  why  should  thy  Ughtuing  scath? 
We  bear  thy  holy  name  I 

3  And  yet  our  sins  deserve 
The  sweepincr  storm  of  wo, 

For  oft   from  holiness  we  swerve. 
And  justly  are  brought  low. 

4  Help  us,  0  God  of  love. 
And  bring  salvation  near  ; 

mf      The  glory  shall  be  thine  above, 

<       And  ail  thy  hosts  shall  hear!  allen. 


80.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Stomfield.    Rockingham, 
The  Church  in  Affliction. 
1   GREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 
Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 


PSALM  80,  183 

And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep, 

2  Thy  Church  is  in  the  desert  now  ; — 

Shine  from  on  high  and  guide  her  through  5 
mp      Turn  us  to  Thee,  thy  love  restore, 
•o-     We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more. 

—  3  Hast  Thou  not  planted  with  thy  hand 
A  lovely  vine  in  this,  our  land? 
Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heavn'ly  dews  enrich  the  ground? 

4  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot, 
And  bless  the  nation  with  the  fiTiit? 

mp      But  now,  O  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

5  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defac'd? 
Why  hast  thou  laid  her  fences  waste? 
Strangers  and  foes  against  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beast  devours  the  vine. 

aff  6  Return,  Almighty  God!  return, 

>       Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn: 

<:       Turn  us  to  Thee,  thy  love  restoi-e, 

O-    We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more!      watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Hingham.    Stonefield. 

The  Church  praying  for  Mercy, 

Aff  1  SHEPHERD  of  Israel!  guard  thy  sheep 
From  hungry  wolves,  which  nightly  creep  ; 
Thy  wand'ring  flock,  O  Lord,  restore. 
And  guide  us,  that  we  stray  no  more, 

2  How  long  wilt  Thou  close  up  thine  ear, 
And  our  loud  pray'r  refuse  to  hear? 
Turn  us,  0  God,  and  let  abeam 
Of  mercy  from  thy  face  outgleam! 

S  Is  not  our  cup  with  tears  o'erspread? 
Do  we  not  dip  in  tears  our  bread? 
Turn  us,  0  God,  and  let  a  beam 
Of  mercy  from  thy  face  outgleam!        illen. 


184  PSALM  80. 

Third  Version. — L,  M.  Hingham,    Stonejield, 
The  Church  in  Affliction. 

1  DIDST  Thou  not  plant  a  lovely  vine. 
And  call  the  pleasant  vineyard  thine? 
Didst  Thou  not  strike  down  deep  its  root, 
And  hang  its  boughs  with  clust'ring  fruit? 

2  Its  boughs,  like  cedars,  rais'd  their  head. 
Its  branches  o'er  the  hills  were  spread  ; 
From  east  to  west  the  vine  was  seen 
With  fruit,  and  flowers,  and  living  green. 

aff  3  Why  is  her  hedge  now  broken  down. 
And  all  her  beauty  overthrown  ? 
This  wasted  vine,  O  Lord,  restore, 
And  let  its  clusters  swell  once  more! 

4  Return,  0  God  of  hosts,  return, 
And  let  thy  vine  no  longer  mourn  ; 
This  lovely  vine  more  lovely  make. 
And  of  its  fruit  let  all  partake  !  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 7s.  Edgar.  JVu7*emburg, 

[Repeat  first  two  lines  of  tune  N.] 
Prayer  of  the  Church  in  Affliction. 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

mf  1  ISRAEL'S  Shepherd,  O  give  ear! 
Thou,  who  o'er  the  cherubim 
Didst  in  glorious  light  appear. 
Send  thy  beams  on  visions  dim ! 

CHORUS. 

Lord,  revive  us  ;  on  us  shine  ; 
Save  us  by  thy  pow'r  divine  I 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

2  God  of  hosts !  wilt  Thou  not  hear 
mp      Humble  pray'r,  address'd  to  Thee? 
Thou  dost  see  our  flowing  tear. 
Our  reproach  and  infamy. 

CHORUS. 

mf      Lord,  revive  us  ;  on  us  shine  ; 
Save  us  by  thy  pow'r  divine ! 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

—  3  Vine  from  Egypt  Thou  didst  bring. 
And  didst  plant  in  vineyard  fair  5 


PSALM  81.  185 

Soon  the  niim'roiis  branches  spring, 
Soon  the  clusters  hang  in  air  ; 
From  the  river  to  the  sea, 
Soon  its  branches  flourish  free ! 

mp  4  Lo !  thy  vineyard's  walls  o'erthrown, 
Spoilers  freely  enter  there: 
Wild  beasts  waste  this  vine,  thine  own  ; 
Burnt  up  are  its  branches  fair! 

CHORUS, 

—       Lordj  look  down  in  love  divine  , 
Visit,  Lord,  thy  wasted  vine! 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

mf  5  Let  thy  hand,  0  God  of  might. 
With  our  Leader,  Jesus,  be! 
So  shall  we  thy  laws  ne'er  slight, 
So  shall  we  rejoice  in  Thee! 

CHORUS. 

Lord,  revive  us  ;  on  us  shine  ; 

Save  us  by  thy  pow'r  divine !         allen. 


81.   First  Versiox. — 7s.  Bates.    Kimball. 
Praise  to  God, 

f     1  SING  aloud  to  God,  most  high, 
God,  our  strength,  most  joyfully  ; 
Timbrel,  harp,"and  psalt'ry's  voice, 

<       With  the  trumpet,  should  rejoice ! 

—  2  Such  was  law  to  Israel, 

When  their  God  with  them  did  dwell  ; 
mf      We  should  lift  our  grateful  song, 
And  the  praise  of  God  prolong! 

—  3  God  his  servants  e'er  will  bless 

In  his  truth  and  holiness: 

Let  them  hearken  to  his  word, 

He  will  guard  them  with  his  sword. 

4  He  of  old  did  kindly  say, 
«'Had  my  people  kept  my  way. 
Soon  had  I  subdued  each  foe, 
Making  them  submissive  bow;  — 
16* 


186  PSALM  81,  82. 

5  '^Safely  them  through  deserts  led. 
Them  Avith  finest  ^vheat  had  fed, 
Fed  with  honey  from  the  rock. 
Guarded  from  each  hostile  shock!''         allen. 

Second  Versiox. — 7s.  Bates.    Kimball. 
Praise  and  Prayer. 
mfir  1  SING  to  God  with  joy  aloud, 
Ye,  who  to  his  temple  crowd, — 
There  your  fervent  vows  to  pay. 
As  ye  keep  the  solemn  day ! 

—  2  Such  the  law  to  Israel, — 
Law,  of  old  regarded  well, 
When  the  harp  and  psalteiy. 
Lord,  with  trumpet,  praised  Thee ! 

3  When  thine  ancient  people  prayed, 
Thou  wast  present  with  thine  aid  ; 

aff      Then,  Lord,  hear  our  plaining  voice, 
Cause  us  also  to  rejoice! 

4  Save  us  from  their  guilt  and  wo,— 
Let  us  thy  salvation  know  ; 

On  us  all  thy  mercies  pour, 
f<     Light  and  joy  fore vermore  !  allen. 


PSALM  82 L.  M.  Walton.  Alfreton, 

Magistrates  warned. 
If     1  YE  Judges  of  the  earth! — behold, — 
On  you  is  fix'd  God's  searching  eye  I 
He  sees,  if  love  of  pow'r  or  gold 
A  righteous  sentence  e'er  turns  by. 

2  Ye  earthly  gods  to  human  sight ! 

How  long  will  ye  true  judgment  WTest? 
Stretch  out  your  sword, — exert  your  might, 
To  vindicate  and  guard  th'  oppress'd. 

S  Though  ye  are  gods,  yet  shall  ye  die, 
mp      And  worms  your  pamper'd  flesh  shall  eat  ; 

Your  souls  from  lifeless  body  fly, 
pp      And  stand  before  God's  judgment  seat. 


PSALM  83,  84.  187 

mf  4  0,  Thou  blest  Jesus  ! — Prince  of  peace, — 
To  whom  all  wrongful  pow-r  must  bow, — 
Let  tyrants  and  oppressors  cease, 
The  nations  save  from  crime  and  wo!     allen. 


PSALM  83 L.  M.  Bernard    Duke   Street, 

The  Enemies  of  the  Church  warned. 

1  BEHOLD  thy  suffering  Zion,  Lord, 
xVnd  let  her  trust  in  thy  good  word  ; 
For  lo,  her  enemies  arise, 

And  crafty  counsels  now  devise. 

2  The}'  say, — ''Come,  let  us  smite  her  well, 
And  crush  the  name  of  Israel!*' 

mf       Confederated  foes  !  in  vain 
A  victory  ye  hope  to  gain ! 

3  For  Zion's  King,  enthron'd  on  high, 
Regards  you  with  a  scornful  eye, 
And  soon  his  storm  along  will  sweep, 

>•       And  bear  you  to  th'  unsounded  deep ! 

—  4  Then,  turn,  ye  enemies  of  God ! 

And  flee  his  swift,  avenging  rod  ; 

At  Zion's  gate  as  suppliants  knock, 
mf      And  safety  liiid  on  Zion's  rock!         allex. 


84.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Bernard,  Hebron, 
Pleasure  of  Public  Worship. 
mp  1  HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are? 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode. 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
aff      My  God!  my  King!  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  Thee? 

j       —  3  Blest  are  the  saints,  who  sit  on  high. 
Around  thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
«ftf      Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above. 

And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love  I 


188  PSALM  84. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls,  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
>-       There  they  behold  thy  gentler  light, 
<       And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  might. 

—  5  Blest  are  the  men,  whose  hearts  are  set 

To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 
mf      God  is  their  strength, — and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

6  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length. 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
f         And  join  in  nobler  worship  there!         watts. 

Second  Versiox. — L.  M.  Lyman.  Hingham. 
God  and  his  Church. 
1   GREAT  God!  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy,  that  from  thy  presence  springs  ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  Thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

mp  2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meahest  place 

Within  thy  house,  0  God  of  grace, 

—  Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  the  door. 

f     3  God  is  our  Sun, — He  makes  our  day  ; 

God  is  our  Shield  ; — He  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin. 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

—  4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 

And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

f     5  O  God,  our  King,  whose  sov'reign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heav'n  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee, 
Blest  is  the  man,  who  trusts  in  Thee  !     watts. 

Third  Versiox. — L.  M.  Medwaij.  St.  Peters. 

Love  to  God's  House. 
Aff  1  HOW  lovely  is  thy  House,  0  Lord, 
The  blest  pavilion  of  thy  word? 


PSALM  84.  189 

My  heart  and  flesh  cry  out  for  Thee, 
O  God  of  love  and  majesty  ! 

2  The  sparrow  to  her  nest  resorts. 
Built  by  the  altars  of  thy  courts: — 
My  soul,  0  Lord,  with  swifter  wing 
Flies  to  thy  house,  my  God  and  King ! 

3  The  men,  who  in  thy  temple  dwell. 
Have  gladness,  which  no  voice  can  tell. 
And,  while  for  Thee  their  spirit  longs, 

<  Their  heart  bursts  out  in  joyful  songs ! 

—  4  One  day  within  thy  courts,  O  God. — 

Those  blessed  courts  my  feet  have  trod, — 

Is  better  than  a  thousand  days. 

Spent  in  earth's  heartless,  giddy  ways. 

f     5  Thou  art,  0  Lord,  my  Sun  and  Shield, 

Thy  Grace,  now  giv'n,  shall  glory  yield, — 
And  all,  who  find  in  Thee  delight, 

<  Shall  dwell  in  heav'n's  eternal  light !         allen. 

Fourth  Versiox. — C.  M.   Kendall,  drchdale. 
God  present  in  his  Churches. 

mp  1  MY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place. 
To  which  thy  God  resorts? 
'Tis  heav'n  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

mf  2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 
His  saving  pow'r  displays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
AMth  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

rap  3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 
Descends  and  tills  the  place, 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love. 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

mf  4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  secrets  of  thy  will  ; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  sing  thy  pj-aises  stilL 

aff  5  Mv  heart  and  flesh  cry  out  for  Thee, 
While  far  from  thine  abode ; 


190  PSALM  84. 

When  shall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  see 
My  Savior  and  my  God?  watts. 

Fifth  Vers i ox. — H.  M.  JS'ewhury.  Murray, 
Public    Worship, 
1  LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love. 
Thine  earthly  temples  are ! 
mf  To  thine  abode 

My  heart  aspires  With  w^arm  desires 
To  see  my  God ! 

—  2  0,  happy  souls,  who  pray, 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O,  happy  men,  who  pay 
Their  constant  service  there! 
mf  They  praise  Thee  still  ; 

And  happy  they.  Who  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

—  3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears. 
Till  each  arrives  at  length. 
Till  each  in  lieav'n  appears, 
mf  0,  glorious  seat. 

When  God,  our  King,  Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet!  watts. 

Sixth  Version. — H.  M.  JVuremburg,  Murray. 
God  a  Sun  and  Shield, 
1  TO  spend  one  sacred  day. 
Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy. 
Than  thousand  days  beside: 
Where  God  resorts, 

1  love  it  more  To  keep  the  door, 

Than  shine  in  courts. 

2  God  is  our  Sun  and  Shield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  blessings  thence. 


PSALM  84.  191 

He  shall  bestow 
On  Jacob's  race  Peculiar  grace, 
And  glory  too. 

3  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  those,  his  heart  approves. 
From  pure  and  pious  souls. 
Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hosts,  Whose  spirit  trusts 

Alone  in  Thee  !  watts. 

Seventh  Versiox. — 8(^-4.  Palestine.  Wayland, 

Delight  in  God^s  House. 
Aff  1  HOW  lovely  is  thy  dwelling-place, 
Oj  Lord,  supreme  in  majesty? 
My  soul  desires  thy  courts  of  grace. 
My  heart  and  flesh  crv  out  for  Thee, 
The  living  God! 

—  2  The  men,  0  Lord,  are  greatly  blest, 
Who  in  thy  house  as  servants  dwell. 
Who  make  thy  strength  their  trust,  their  rest, 
And  drink  at  thine  o'erflowing  well 
Of  pure  delight. 

3  One  day  within  thy  courts,  O  Lord, — 
Employ'd  in  pray'r  and  grateful  praise, 
And  pond'ring  on  thy  blessed  word, — 
Is  better  than  ten  thousand  days, — 

Thy  courts  untrod. 

4  For  Thou,  0  God,  art  as  a  Shield, 
Protecting  them,  who  trust  in  Thee, 

mf      And  Thou  art  gloriously  reveal'd 
<       A  dazzling  Sun,  outpouring  free 

A  flood  of  light !  allen. 

Eighth  Version. — 75.  Bates.  Kimball. 
Love  to    God^s  House. 
Aff  1  0,  HOW  lovely  and  how  fair, 
God  of  hosts!  thy  temples  are.'' 
Glad  my  eyes  thy  courts  now  see  ; — 
Heart  and  flesh  cry  out  for  Thee ! 


192  PSALM  84,  85. 

2  Blest  are  they,  -vvho  here  do  dwell, 

And  thy  grace  and  mercy  tell ; 

Who,  in  Baca's  thirsty  vale, 

Find  the  springs,  which  never  fail ! 
S  Hear,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  our  prayer! 

Make  us,  God,  our  shield,  thy  care  I 

Look  on  face  of  Christ,  thy  Son, 

Who  for  us  the  vict'ry  won  ! 
mf  4  Lord,  Thou  art  a  Sun  and  Shield ! 

Grace  and  Glory  Thou  wilt  yield! 
—       To  the  good  Grace  here  is  given, — 
f         Endless  Glory  too  in  heaven!  allen. 

Ninth  Versiox. — 7  6^4.  Riceborough.    Oliphant, 
God  the  Protector  of  his  Saints* 

1  LORD,  I  lift  my  eyes  to  Thee, 
To  the  heav'nly  hills  on  high! 
Thence  doth  succor  come  to  me 
From  thy  glorious  majesty: 

Thou  wilt  help  me. 
And  thine  aid  is  ever  nigh. 

2  He,  who  doth  his  Israel  keep, 

He,  who  guards  them  with  his  might, 
Ne'er  doth  slumber,  ne'er  doth  sleep  , 
They  are  ever  in  his  sight ; 

He  is  present. 
He  doth  watch  them  day  and  night. 
S  From  all  evil  He  doth  shield  ; 
He  surrounds  thee  by  his  power  ; 
His  protection  He  will  yield. 
When  the  storms  of  evil  lower  ; 

He  will  bless  thee 
Henceforth  and  forevermore  !  allen. 


85.  First  Version. — J^.  M.  B reiver,   Uxbridge. 
Salvation  hy  Christ, 
M    1  SALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

The  souls,  who  fear  and  trust  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

—  2  Mercy  and  truth,  in  union  sweet, 

Are  join'd,  since  Christ  came  down  from  heaven; 


PSALM  85.  193 

By  his  obedience,  so  complete, 
Justice  is  pleas'd, — and  peace  is  given, 
xnf  3  Now  truth  and  honor  shall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again. 
And  heav'nly  influence  bless  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

—  4  His  righteousness  is  gone  before. 

To  give  us  free  access  to  God  ; 

Our  wand-ring  feet  shall  stray  no  more. 

But  mark  his  steps  and  keep  the  road,     watts. 

Second  Version'. — H.  M.  .yeicbury.  Murray, 
Salvation  hy  Christ. 
mp      1  MERCY  and  Truth  now  meet, 
And  Righteousness  and  Peace, 
And  hold  communion  sweet. 
While  joys  around  increase: 
mf      The  Lord,  who  came  in  saving  power, 
Our  lips  shall  praise,  our  souls  adore ! 

2  What  glory  shines  abroad, 
And  fills  our  land  with  light? 
We  see  our  Savior  God, 
Pouring  his  beams  most  bright ! 

—  0,  let  our  land  abundantly 
Bear  fruits  of  holiness  to  Thee ! 

3  Thou  hast  ascended  high 

In  righteousness  and  power: — 
May  we,  in  yonder  sky. 
With  Thee  dwell  everm.ore  I 
mf      Thou  Lord  of  love  !  let  all  below 

Thy  mercy  and  salvation  know!  allex. 

Third  Version. — 6  Sc  4.  Oakham,  Italian  Hymn. 

Salvation  by  Christ, 
fn  1  SALVATION!— it  is  near, 
The  humbled  soul  to  cheer, 

And  bless  our  land  ! 
Mercy  and  Truth  are  join'd, — 
Justice  and  Peace  entwin'd  ; — 
They  form,  when  thus  combin'd, 
A  wondrous  band ! 
2  The  Truth  from  heav'n  came  down, 
And  on  the  earth  was  known 
17 


194  PSALM  86. 

The  world's  great  lights 
And  Mercy  from  above. 
With  face  of  heav'iily  love  ; — 
And  Peace  in  hand  doth  move 

With  stern-fac'd  Right! 

afF  3  In  me,  O  Jesus  !  dwell ; 
My  guilty  fears  expel, 

My  Savior  be! 
Let  me  unfalt'ring  tread, 
Where  thy  pure  footsteps  lead. 
And  J  rising  from  the  dead, 

Ascend  to  Thee!  allen. 


I 


86.    First  Version. — L.  M.  Medioay,  Mfreton, 
Prayer  to  God. 
Aff  1  O  LORD,  bow  down  thy  gracious  ear, 
My  earnest  supplication  hear  ; 
O,  save  my  soul  ; — I  trust  in  Thee  ; — 
Let  me  thy  truth  and  mercy  see ! 

2  Daily,  O  Lord,  I  raise  my  eye, 
And  send  to  Thee  my  fervent  cry  ; 
O,  listen  to  my  mournful  voice. 
Let  thy  poor  servant's  soul  rejoice  ! 

3  For  Thou  art  good, — thy  name  is  love  ; — 
Thou  sendest  mercy  from  above. 

The  humbled  sinner  dost  forgive. 
And  say'st  to  contrite  mourners, — live ! 

4  To  me,  O  Lord,  thy  mercy  show, 
<:  Let  me  thy  great  salvation  know ! 
mf      Light  up  in  me  a  grateful  flame, 

<;       That  1  may  ever  praise  thy  name !         allen. 

Second  Ver. — S.  M.  Paddington.  St.  Thomas, 
God  extolled. 

1  THE  nations.  Thou  hast  made. 
Shall  all  before  Thee  bow  ; 
Thy  holy  laws  shall  be  obeyed 
By  all,  tliat  dwell  below. 

2  Lord,  by  thine  outstretched  hand 
Are  mightiest  wonders  done, 


PSALM  87.  195 

By  which  the  world  may  understand, 
mf      That  Thou  art  God  alone ! 

aff  3  I  will  extol  thy  name, 

And  bless  Thee  evermore. 

For  Thou  hast  sav'd  my  soul  from  shame 

By  thy  good  Spirit's  power. 

4  Thine  is  a  Father's  love, 
And  thine  a  Savior's  grace  ; 
O,  guide  me  in  the  path  above, 
And  let  me  see  thy  face !  allen. 


87.  First  Version. — L.  JM.  Brewer.  Ellenthorpe, 
The  Church  the  Birth-place  of  Saints. 
1  GOD,  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays 
Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praise: 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacol)  well. 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

mp  2  His  mercy  visits  ev'ry  house. 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  ; 

—  But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay. 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  describ'd  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told? 
mf      Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 

The  Hill,  where  living  waters  spring. 

—  4  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 

Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear. 
As  one  new-born  or  nourish'd  there  !      watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  Arnheim, 
Opening  a  Place  of  Worship. 

1  AND  will  the  great,  eternal  God 
On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 

And  will  He  from  his  radiant  throne 
Avow  our  temples  as  his  own  ? 

2  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise, — 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise. 


196  PSALM  87. 

And  Thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

S  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train, 
mf      Whilst  pow'r  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends ! 

—  4  And  in  the  great,  decisive  day, 

When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
mf      Thousands  were  born  to  glory  here ! 

DODDRIDGE. 

Third  Version. — H.  M.  Stow.  Haddam, 
Glory  of  Zion. 
1  HOW  blest  the  holy  hill, 
The  city  of  our  God ! 
He  loves  his  Zion  still. 
Spread  through  the  earth  abroad; 
Her  sons  endowing  w^ith  his  grace, 
Rejoicing  in  this  dwelling  place! 

mf      2  0  city  of  the  Lord, 

Whose  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold, 
The  sure,  prophetic  w^ord 
Thy  glories  hath  foretold  ; — 
Thy  King,  descending  from  on  high. 
Array 'd  in  peerless  majesty! 

—  3  Thy  foes,  O  Zion,  bow, 

While  to  thy  gates  they  throng, 
And  they  thy  blessings  know, 
And  join  thy  holy  song: — 
The  man,  0  Zion,  born  in  thee, 
<       Is  of  eternal  city  free !  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 75.  Hamilton,   Wihnot. 
Glory  of  Zion. 
m(u  1  GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
Lo,  thy  foes,  their  pow'r  all  broken, 
Shall  proclaim  thy  praise  abroad  ! 

2  Egypt  shall  receive  thy  light, 
Babylon  her  idols  burn, 


i 


PSALM  87,  88.  197 

Proud  Philistia  own  thy  might. 
Tyre  unto  thy  service  turn. 

3  Oft  to  Zion  it  is  said, 

''Lo,  this  man  was  born  in  thee!  " 

Thy  foundation  God  hath  laid  ; 

Holy  are  thy  sons  and  free  !  allen. 

Fifth  Version. — 8s  <^'  7s.  Sic'ihj.    Cesarea. 
Blessedness  of  Zion. 
mfii  1   ZION,  O,  how  blest  thy  mountain, 

Where  doth  dwell  the  Lord,  thy  God? 
O,  how  l)lest  thy  gushing  fountain. 
Pouring  streams  of  life  abroad.' 

2  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
City  of  our  God  and  king  ; — 
Fix'd  his  cov'nant  and  unbroken: 
f         Loud  his  joyful  praises  sing. 

r—  3  Lo,  thine  enemies  are  bending, 
mp      Struck  with  fear  and  rev'rent  awe  ; 

Humbly  they,  their  arms  extending. 

Yield  themselves  to  Zion's  law. 

mf  4  Zion! — 0,  how  blest  thy  mountain. 

Where  thy  sons  in  safety  dwell  ? 

O,  how  blest  thy  gushing  fountain, 
<       Fount  of  life, — Salvation's  well !      allen. 


88.    First  Ver. — L.  3L    Windham.    Sunderland- 
The  Resurrection. 
Aff  1  SHALL  man,  0  God  of  life  and  light. 
Forever  moulder  in  the  grave  r 
Canst  Thou  forget  thy  work  of  might, 
Thy  promise,  and  thy  pow'r  to  save : 

mp  2  In  that  deep,  silent  house  of  gloom 
Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise  .^ 
No  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 
Nor  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies.'' 

-mf  S  Cease, — cease,  ye  fears,  and  idle  dread  ! 

When  Christ,  our  Lord,  from  darkness  sprung, 
17* 


198  PSALM  88. 

Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led. 

And  heav'n  with  praise  and  wonder  rung! 

4  Faith  sees  the  bright,  eternal  doors 
Unfold  to  make  his  children  way  ; 
f  Immortal  life  its  blessings  pours, — 

<  They  shine  in  everlasting  day ! 

—  5  The  trump  shall  sound !  — ^  In  sweet  surprise. 

From  the  dark  grave  the  slumb'rers  spring  ; 

<  Through  heav'n,  with  joy,  their  myriads  rise, 

<  And  hail  their  Savior,  and  their  King ! 

DWIGHT. 

Second  Version". — L.  IVI.  Windham.  Sunderland. 

Immediate  Repentance. 

AS  1  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah,  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  ev'ry  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day? 
mp      How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound: — 
mf      Come,  sinners,  haste,  O,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found ! 

—  3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing. 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave  ; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

p     4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  Sabbath's  heav'nly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  i3itter  prayer. 
No  Savior  call  you  to  the  skies. 

5  No  wonders  to  the  dead  are  shown, — 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love  ; — 

No  voice  his  glorious  truth  makes  known, 
Nor  sings  the  bliss  of  climes  above. 

6  Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom 
In  these  forgetful  realms  appear  ; 
Deep  sorrows  fill  the  dismal  tomb. 

And  hope  shall  never  enter  there !  dwight,. 


PSALM  83.  199 

Third  Versiox. — 7  Sf  6.  Zanesville.  Miss,  Hymn, 
Pleading  with  God  in  Trouble. 
Aff  1  0  GOD  of  my  salvation, 
How  often  have  I  sighed, 
And  pour'd  my  lamentation. 
And  for  thy  mercy  cried  ? 
My  soul  is  full  of  trouble, 
My  life  draws  nigh  to  death: 
My  joys  depart  like  stubble, 
I  sink  with  gasping  breath. 

2  Why  should  thy  wrath  oppress  me, 
O'erwhelming  with  its  waves? 
Hast  Thou  no  heart  to  bless  me. 
No  mighty  arm,  that  saves? 
Deep  in  the  pit  of  sorrow. 

In  darkness  do  I  lie  ; 
No  comfort  can  I  borrow, 
No  help,  no  friend  is  nigh. 

3  No  longer  let  thy  thunders 
r^ap  Peal  dreadful  o'er  my  head: 
—       In  darkness  can  thy  wonders 

Wake  praises  from  the  dead? 
AfF      Ah,  who  in  utter  blindness 
Can  see  thy  works,  0  God! 
And  who  can  speak  thy  kindness. 
That  sleeps  beneath  the  clod? 

mp  4  Lover  and  friend  disparted, 

And  torn  from  my  embrace, 

My  joys,  my  peace  departed, — 

O,  grant  me  yet  thy  grace ! 
mf      To  Thee  I  lift  my  prayer. 

To  Thee,  O  God,  I  cry  ; 

O,  check  this  dark  despair, 
<       And  bring  salvation  nigh !  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 8  S^"  Is.   Sicily.  Mt.  Vernon. 

Prayer  in  Affliction. 
Aff  1  LORD,  the  God  of  my  salvation. 

Day  and  night  I've  cried  to  Thee  ; 

Still  my  soul  in  deep  prostration, 

Humbly  seeks  thy  mercy  free  I 


200  PSALM  89. 

2  By  thy  waves  Pm  now  afflicted, 
Waves  of  trouble  o'er  my  soul  5 — 
Of  my  sin  I'm  deep  convicted, — 
Waves  of  guilty  conscience  roll ! 

p     S  Far  away  my  friend  and  lover 
Hast  Thou  put  in  lowly  grave : 
When  shall  I  that  friend  recover? 
When  rise  o'er  the  high  swoll'n  wave? 

4  Must  I  too  in  narrow  dwelJing 
Soon  take  up  my  drear  abode? — 
But  of  Thee  what  tongue  is  telling 
In  that  darkness, — 0  my  God? 

aff  5  0  have  pity !  Lord,  now  spare  me ! 

From  these  depths  in  mercy  bring  ; 

O'er  these  waves  of  sorrow  bear  me  ; 
mf      Then  thy  praise  Til  ever  sing!  allen. 


89.  First  Ver. — L.  M.    Windham.  Hebron. 
Death  and  the  Resurrection. 
Aff  1  REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  the  date ! 
Where  is  the  man,  who  draws  his  breath, 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death? 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  sense  repine  and  cry, 

mp      "Must  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ? 
And  hast  Thou  made  mankind  in  vain? 

3  "Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just? 
Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust? " 

—       But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 

•<       And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise  ! 

mf  4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away. 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word: — 

f         Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord!     watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  P.  M.  St.  Helens.  Midian, 
Death  and  the  Resurrection. 
Aff  1  THINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  ; 
How  few  his  hours,  how  short  his  span  ? 


PSALM  89.  201 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave : — 
Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath 
Against  the  rude  assaults  of  death. 

With  skill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  save? 

2  Lord,  shall  it  be  forever  said. 
The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust? 
Are  not  thy  servants  day  by  day 
Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turn'd  to  clay? 

Lord,  Where's  thy  kindness  to  the  just? 

3  Hast  Thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  seed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair; 
mf      Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 
And  find  a  Resurrection  there ! 

4  Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  saints  a  long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain. 
Let  all  below  and  all  above 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 
f  <         And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amek.     watts. 

Third  Versiox. — L.   M.  Walton.    Winchester. 

Majesty  of  God, 

mf  1  O  GOD  of  hosts!  no  arm,  but  thine, 
Can  move  the  mighty  orbs  above. 
Or  pour  the  light,  with  which  they  shine, 
The  glorious  emblems  of  thy  love ! 

2  Thine  are  yon  countless  worlds  on  high, 
And  thine  this  earthly  ball  below  ; — 
The  land,  the  sea,  the  gleaming  sky. 
With  all  their  hosts,  thy  glories  show. 

3  Thy  strong  right  hand,  thy  mighty  arm 
Strikes  down  the  proudest  of  thy  foes. 
But  shields  thy  servants  from  all  harm; 
And  thus  thy  truth  and  mercy  shows. 

4  How  blessed  are  thy  people,  Lord, 
mp      Who  hear  the  sweet  and  joyful  sound 


202  PSALM  89. 

Of  grace  and  goodness  from  thy  word? 
f         Forever  shall  their  songs  resound !        allen. 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.  Spencer.  Medjield. 
Majesty  of  God. 

1  WITH  rev'rence  should  thy  saints  appear. 
And  bow  before  Thee,  Lord  ! 

Thy  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear. 
And  tremble  at  thy  word ! 

2  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 
On  thy  supporting  hand  ; 
Darkness  and  day  from  east  to  west 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

mf  3  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control. 

And  rule  the  boist'rous  deep  ; 
X    Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
>       The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

—  4  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne. 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace, 

While  truth  and  mercy,  join'd  in  one. 

Invite  us  near  thy  face.  watts. 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.  Beverly.  Marlow. 
Blessed  Gospel. 
1  BLEST  are  the  souls,  who  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  paths,  they  go. 
And  light  their  steps  surround  ; 

mp  2  Pure  is  the  joy,  their  spirits  drink 
Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
o    Nor  can  their  rock-built  hope  e'er  sink, 

—  O'er  whelming  them  with  shame. 

3  The  Lord  our  confidence  sustains, — 
He  strength  and  glory  gives  ; 

mf      Israel!  thy  King  forever  reigns. 

Thy  God  forever  lives !  watts. 


PSALM  90.  203 

90.   First  Versiox. — L.  M,  Medway,  JVazareth. 

Man  mortal,  God  eternal. 

1  THROUGH  e\  ery  age,  eternal  God, 
Thou  art  our  rest, — our  safe  abode  ; 
High  was  thy  throne,  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  Thou  didst  reign,  ere  time  began. 
Or  dust  was  fashion 'd  into  man  ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  time  shall  cease,  still  firm  and  sure. 

mp  3  But  man, — weak  man, — is  bom  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  ; 
Thy  dreadful  sentence.  Lord,  is  just, — 
^'Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust !  " 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ; — our  life's  a  dream, — 
An  empty  tale, — a  morning  flower, — 
Cut  down,  and  withered  in  an  hour ! 

aff  5  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man, 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span. 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  Thee !         watts. 

Second  Version. — L.M.  Somers.  Salisbury, 
Mortality  of  Man. 
mf  1  THOU  art  our  moveless  rock,  O  Lord, 

From  age  to  age,  unchanged,  the  same  j 
Before  the  mountains,  at  thy  word, 
Or  earth,  or  stars  in  being  came. 
Thou  art  the  God  of  majesty, 
Both  from  and  to  eternity. 

mp  2  Thou  say'st  to  man,  '^to  dust  return," 
And  bidd'st  man's  generations  die  ; 

But  while  our  fleeting  life  we  mourn, 
A  thousand  years  are  to  thine  eye 

But  yesterday,  when  past  in  flight. 

Or  as  a  transient  watch  of  night. 

3  Man  comes  forth  as  the  morning  flower  ^ — 
mf  Then  it  is  green  and  flourishing, 


204  PSALM  90. 

— •       But  soon  it  feels  a  blasting  power  ; — 
mp  At  evening  't  is  a  wither'd  thing  ; — 

—  So  Lord,  thy  breath  wastes  us  away, 
And  we  soon  pass  to  night  from  day. 

4  Thou  dost  our  sins  before  Thee  place. 

Our  secret  sins  before  thy  sight  ; 

Therefore  our  days  have  fled  apace, 

Our  years  depart  as  meteor's  light; — 
And  if  threescore  and  ten  we  gain. 
Yet  soon  they're  gone,  in  toil  and  pain ! 

ALLEN. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  Ferry.  Lutzen^ 
Men  frail  ;  God  eternal, 
Aff  1  OUR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast. 
And  our  eternal  home ! 

2  Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; — 
mf      Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone. 
And  our  defence  is  sure ! 

—  3  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

aff  4  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  in  years  to  come. 
Be  Thou  our  guard,  while  troubles  last. 
And  our  eternal  home !  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.  Medfield,  Dundee. 
Breathing  after  Heaven, 

Aff  1  RETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return; 
Earth  is  a  tiresome  place: 
How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  ^ 

2  Let  heav'n  succeed  our  painful  years, 
Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 
And,  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increase. 


PSALM  90.  205 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show. 
Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 

mf      Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own,  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  shall  w^e  shine  before  thy  throne, 
All  glorious,  like  our  Lord, 

And  the  poor  service,  w*e  have  done. 
Meet  a  divine  reward!  watts. 

Fifth  Version. — S.  ]\L  Boylston.  Lathrop, 
Frailty  of  Life. 
mp  1  LORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this,  our  mortal  frame? 
Our  life, — how  poor  a  trifle  'tis. 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name. 

2  Our  moments  fly  apace. 
Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  flood,  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

—  3  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight, 

We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 

mf      And  let  them  speed  their  flight ! 

mp  4  They'll  sooner  waft  us  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea: — 

Soon  shall  we  reach  the  peaceful  shore 

Of  blest  Eternity  !  watts. 

Sixth  Version. — 7s.   Prentiss,  Edyjield. 
Mortality  of  Man. 
mf  1  ERE  the  mountains  lifted  high 
Their  proud  summits  to  the  sky, 
Ere  the  earth  was  man's  abode. 
Thou  wast.  Lord,  th'  eternal  God ! 

mp  2  Man  Thou  turnest  to  the  grave; 

From  his  doom  no  pow'r  can  save: 

As  the  rivers  seek  the  sea. 

So  rush  mortals.  Lord,  to  Thee ! 

3  They're  like  grass,  which  now  is  seen, 
In  the  morn,  in  dewv  green, 

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206  PSALM  91. 

But,  ere  evening  spreads  its  shade, 
Cut  down,  wither'd  in  the  blade. 

4  Lord,  thy  sentence  sad  is  just; 
Guilt  doth  smite  us  to  the  dust: — 
—       Teach  us  so  to  count  our  days. 
As  to  walk  in  wisdom's  ways. 

aflf  5  Ere  w^e  quit  this  mortal  sphere, — 

Let  thy  saving  love  appear, — 

Glory  to  our  children^show, — 
mf      Let  the  world  thy  mercy  know!  allen. 


91.  First  Ver.— L.  M.  Stonefield,   St  Peter's. 
Safety  in  public  Perils. 
It    1  HE,  who  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade. 
And  there,  at  night,  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  say,  "My  God,  thy  power 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tower  ; 

I,  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  dust. 
Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  ! — thy  Maker's  care 
mp      Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare, — 

Satan,  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

4  If  vapors,  with  malignant  breath. 
Rise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight  death  ; 
Israel  is  safe  ! — The  poison'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israel's  God  be  there. 

—  5  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  sword 
Receive  commission  from  the  Lord 
To  strike  his  saints  among  the  rest, — 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blest !    watts. 

Second  Version. —  C.  M.  JVottingham.  Princeton. 
Protection  ;  Guardianship  of  Angels » 
1  YE  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
Expos'd  to  ev'ry  snare, 


PSALM  91.  207 

Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place. 
And  try,  and  trust  his  care. 

2  No  ill  shall  enter,  where  you  dwell ; 
Or,  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 

And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, — 
'T  will  raise  his  saints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 
Your  feet  in  all  their  ways, 

To  watch  your  pillow,  while  you  sleep. 

And  guard  your  happy  days.  wjltts. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.  Boyhton.  Olmutz, 
Perfect  Safety  in  God. 
mf  1  OF  Thee  I'll  say,  O  Lord, 
In  confidence  of  love, 
IMy  rock  and  refuge  is  thy  word, — 
<       Firm  as  the  heav'ns  above  ! 

mp  2  From  cunning  fowler's  snare, 
From  pestilential  breath 
My  soul  is  shielded  by  thy  care, 
And  sav'd  from  shafts  of  death. 

3  Beneath  thy  \\'ings  outspread 
Securely  will  I  rest, 

Nor  aught  of  evil  ever  dread, 
If  with  thy  favor  blest. 

4  No  direful  form  by  night. 
Nor  arrow's  point   by  day 

Shall  ever  strike  me  with  affright, 
Or  whelm  me  with  dismay. 

5  Though  thousands  at  my  side 
Fall  hopeless  to  the  grave, 

mf      Th'  almighty  arm,  to  me  allied. 

My  soul  will  surely  save !  allen. 

Fo.URTH  Version. — Is.  Prentiss,  Edtjfield, 
Safety  in  God. 
ff    1  HE,  who  with  his  God  doth  dwell, 
Shall  beneath  his  shade  abide : 
He  his  hope  assur'd  shall  tell, — 
^^God's  my  Refuge,  where  I  hide!" 


208  PSALM  92. 

2  Thee  from  deadly  snare  He'll  save, 
Thee  from  fatal  pestilence  ; 
Broad  o^er  thee  his  feathers  wave. 
His  firm  truth  is  thy  defence. 

3  Thousands  fall  down  at  thy  side, 
But  it  ne'er  comes  nigh  to  thee  ; 
Thou  shalt  see,  though  he  deride, 
What  the  sinner's  doom  shall  be ! 

4  "O  Jehovah !  I  will  make 

Thee  my  Rock  and  castled  Tower!" — 
Safely  shalt  thou  sleep  and  wake. 
Shielded  from  each  evil  power. 

5  Angels  bear  thee  on  their  wings, 
Lest  thou  dash  against  a  stone  ; 
Heedless  of  the  adder's  stings 
Thou  shalt  tread  the  dragon  down. 

6  ^'Trusting  me,"  Jehovah  says, 
^^I  will  rescue  him  from  wo  ; 

I  will  hear  him,  when  he  prays, 

My  salvation  shall  he  knowM"  allen. 


92:     First  Ver.— L.  M.  Qrford.  Hingham. 

Worship  of  God:  the  Lord's  Day. 

mp  1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 

To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing. 

To  show^  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 

—  O,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  David's  harp,  of  solemn  sound! 

mf  3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine? 
How  deep  thy  counsels,  how  divine? 

—  4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 

Like  brutes  they  live, — like  brutes  they  die  ; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
>       Blast  them  in  everlastincr  death. 


PSALM  92.  209 

mf  5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 

When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart. 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below. 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  sweet  employ 
f         In  that  eternal  world  of  joy!  watts. 

Second  Version. — H.  M.  JS'^eichury .  Murray, 
The  Lord's  Bay:  Praise  to  God, 
mp      1  HOW  calm  this  day  of  rest? 
How  pure  the  sabbath's  light? 
I'll  praise  Thee  with  the  blest, 
With  sweetness  of  delight: 
f         Thy  praise  the  voice  shall  echo  round, 
O     With  deep  ton'd  organ's  solemn  sound ! 

—      2  0  Lord !  thy  works  are  great. 

Thy  thoughts  are  very  deep ! 

Ah !  who  can  estimate 

The  counsels,  Thou  dost  keep? 
What  mortal  man  can  comprehend 
Thy  ways  unbounded, — without  end? 

inp_     3  The  wicked,  flourishing. 

Refusing  Thee  to  own, 

Are  like  the  grass  of  spring. 

By  sweeping  scythe  cut  down : 
They  are  destroyed  by  thy  power. 
By  Thee,  Most  high  forevermore ! 

■mf      4  But  men,  whom  Thou  dost  know, 
In  whom  Thou  dost  delight, 
Like  tallest  cedars  grow- 
On  proud  Libanus'  height: 
Within  thy  house  they  strike  their  root, 
And  in  old  age  shall  still  bear  fruit!         allen. 

Third  Version — 7s.  Grant.  JVilmot. 
Daily  Worship  of  God, 
mf  1   O,  HOW  good  and  excellent. 
With  a  glad  and  high  intent, 

18* 


410  PSALM  92. 

Lord^  thy  name  to  celebrate, 
Thee  to  praise,  supremely  great ! 

2  Thee  to  praise  with  morning  light, 
And  thy  faithfulness  at  night ; 
On  the  harp  with  solemn  sound 
Thy  high  praises  to  resound? 

S  Vast  thy  works,  mine  eye  surveys! 
O,  how  wonderful  thy  ways, 
With'ring  to  the  sinner's  pride. 
But  with  goodness  e'er  allied! 

mp  4  Like  the  palm,  with  leaves  outspread, 
Lifting  high  its  beauteous  head, 
Grow  the  righteous  ;  like  the  tree 
On  Libanus  waving  free  I 

5  In  old  age  still  fruit  they  bear. 
Nourished  in  thy  courts  with  care; 
Still  thy  name  they  celebrate. 
Thee  they  praise,  supremely  great !         allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 10s.  S;  lis.  Osborne.  Lyons. 

Worship  of  God,  who  blesseth  the  Righteous. 
mf  1   'T  IS  good  to  give  thanks  to  God  in  the  sky, 
'T  is  good  to  extol  thy  name,  O  most  High, 
To  show  forth  thy  kindness  with  each  morning's  light, 
Thy  faithfulness  too  with  the  dark  coming  night: 

2  *Tis  good  on  the  ten-stringed  harp  and  guitar 
To  sound  forth,  O  Lord,  thy  praises  afar  ; 

For  Thou,  by  thy  work,  dost  now  make  me  rejoice, 
And  I  will  exult  with  my  heart  and  my  voice. 

3  How  great  and  how  wondrous,  Lord,  are  thy  works? 
mp      Thy  counsel,  how  deep  in  darkness  it  lurks? 

—  The  brutish  do  not  thy  designs  understand, 

Nor  fools  e'er  acknowledge  thy  all-swaying  hand. 

4  ^Vhen  wicked  men  spring  and  flourish  as  grass, 
mp      As  quickly  they  fade  and  from  the  earth  pass  ; 

—  But  Thou,  O  Jehovah,  abidest  fore'er. 

And  Thou  to  the  good  man  wilt  always  be  near. 

5  The  righteous  do  grow,  as  palm  tree  uprears. 
They  flourish  like  cedar,  Lebanon  bears  ; 


PSALM  93.  211 

In  house  of  the  Lord  they  are  planted  and  grow. 
Their  flourishing  state  all,  that  see  them,  may  know. 

6  They  still  do  shoot  forth,  though  far  gone  in  years, 
With  greenness  of  leaf  ; — their  fruit  too  appears  ; 
To  show,  that  Jehovah  is  good  and  upright, 
With  him  is  no  darkness,  but  all  is  pure  light!  allen. 


93.  First  Versiox.— L.  M.  Duhe  Str.  St.  Pauls, 
God  the  eternal  Sovereign, 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns  ;  He  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might  ; — 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 

Still  on  its  fii'st  foundation  stands. 

2  But,  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  lirst  foundations  laid, 

mf      Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood. 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God! 

3  Like  floods  the  angiy  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies  ; 

mp      Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  so  high ! 
>•       At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die ! 

mf  4  Forever  shall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promise  stands  forever  sure  ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwelling  of  thy  grace !         watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Arnheim,  Old  Hundred, 
God^s  Donimion  and  Majesty, 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns,  exalted  high. 
The  Lord  of  strength  and  majesty: 
He  rear'd  the  fabric  of  the  world, 
And  in  its  circling  path-way  hurPd. 

2  Thy  throne,  0  God,  is  fix'd  of  old, 
From  depths  of  distant  time  untold  ; 
Through  all  thy  works  thy  pow'r  shines  bright, 
And  none  can  meet  thine  arm  of  might. 

mf  3  The  ocean  floods  lift  up  their  voice, 

And  mingle  with  the  torrent's  noise  ; — 


212  PSALM  93. 

mp      Thy  word  shall  calm  the  troubled  shore, 
More  mighty,  than  the  ocean's  roar. 

— *  4  Thy  testimonies.  Lord,  are  sure  ; 
Thy  truth  forever  shall  endure  ; 
And  holiness  becomes  the  place, 
Where  Thou  dost  dwell  in  pow'r  and  grace. 

ALLEN. 

Third  Version. — S.  P.  M.  Dudley,  Dalston. 
God^s  Power, 
! »    1  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns. 
And  royal  state  maintains. 

His  head  with  aw^ful  glories  crownM  ; 
Array 'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sovereign  might. 
And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  In  vain  the  noisy  crowd. 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud. 

Against  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  ; 
In  vain  with  angry  spite 
The  surly  nations  fight, 

And  dash  like  waves  against  the  shore. 

-3  Let  angry  nations  rage. 
And  all  their  pow'rs  engage  ; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky: 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
^hall  beat  their  madness  down  ; — 

Thy  throne  forever  stands  on  high. 

4  Thy  promises  are  true. 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 

There  fix'd,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove: 
Thy  saints  w^th  holy  fear 
Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 

And  sing  thine  everlasting  love !         watts. 

Fourth  Version. — 10  &  lis.  Osborne,  Lyons, 
Majesty  of  God. 
1  IN  goodness  and  love  God  reigneth  on  high, 
He  reigneth  above,  beyond  the  blue  sky  ; 
With  majesty  gleaming.  He  girds  himself  round, 
His  glory  outstreaming,  his  foes  to  confound. 


PSALM  94.  213 

2  The  world  He  hath  made  ;  none  moves  it  but  He  ; 
Its  beauty  displayed,  his  might  we  may  see  ; 

His  throne  is  all-glorious,  and  ever  endures. 
His  name,  ali-victorious,  iiis  servants  assures, 

3  The  floods  all  in  vain  have  lifted  their  voice, 
Their  waves  dash  in  vain  with  bellowing  noise  : 
The  Lord,  high  enthroned,  is  stronger  than  they, 
The  ocean,  deep  toned,  his  word  doth  obey. 

4  How  sure  is  thy  word,  how  fix'd  thy  command  ? 
How  firm,  O  our  Lord,  thy  purposes  stand  ? 
Then  all  should  adore  Thee,  like  angels  above. 

And  bow  down  before  Thee,  with  awe  and  with  love  ! 

ALL  EX. 


94.  First  Versiox.— L.  M.  Hebron,  Ward, 
God  all-see i?ig  and  Righteous, 

Aff  1  HOW  long  shall  wicked  men,  0  Lord, 
Letter  the  proud  and  scornful  word.^ 
How  long  thine  heritage  oppress, 
And,  cruel,  slay  the  fatherless? 

—  2  The  Lord,  they  say,  shall  ne'er  behold: — 
ff        But  why,  ye  fools,  so  blindly  bold? 

Shall  He,  who  forni'd  man's  curious  eye. 
Not  see  man's  conduct  from  on  high? 

3  Shall  He,  who  form-d  the  hollow  ear, 
The  voice  of  wickedness  not  hear? 
Shall  He,  who  gave  the  world  its  light, 
His  mansion  have  in  rayless  night? 

aff  4  Sure,  God  man's  inmost  thoughts  must  know  ; 
And  he  is  blest,  who  feels  the  blow", 
Mindful  of  sorrow's  kind  design. 
And,  chasten'd,  learns  the  law  divine!     allen. 

Second  Versiox — C.  M.  Dundee.  Patmos. 
Deliverance  from   Temptation, 

I  WHO  will  arise,  and  plead  my  right 
Against  my  num'rous  foes  ; 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite. 
And  all  my  hopes  oppose  ? 


214  PSALM  94,  95. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord, — my  Help,  my  Rock, — 
Sustain'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  felt  a  fatal  shock, 
My  soul  been  with  the  dead. 

>  3  While  floods  of  dark  and  mournful  thought 

Within  my  bosom  roll, 
—       Thy  boundless  love  forgiveness  brought ; 
-<       Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 

4  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rise. 
And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 

But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  skies. 

He  will  defend  my  cause !  watts. 

Third  Version, — Is.  Prentiss,  Edyjield. 
God's  Omniscience  and  Justice. 
tf     1  THOU,  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
Mark,  O  God,  all  human  wTongs, 
Check  the  loftiness  of  pride, 
Scatter  evil  doers  wide ! 
2  Lord,  how  long  shall  men  oppress 
Widows  and  the  fatherless. 
And  on  strangers  fix  a  yoke, 
Which  is  never  to  be  broke  ? 

5  Longer  shall  th' impious.  Lord, 
Utter  boastful,  scornful  word, — 

That  Thou  seest  not  with  thine  eyes? — 
When,  ye  fools,  will  ye  be  wise  ? 

4  He,  that  form'd  the  hollow  ear, 
Shall  He  not  each  whisper  hear.'' 
He,  that  form'd  the  crystal  eye, 
Sees  He  not  from  yonder  sky.'* 

5  God,  th'  omniscient  Pow'r,  discerns 
Sinners  in  their  guilty  turns, — 
And  in  great,  last,  reck'ningday 

Drives  them  from  his  throne  away !     allen. 


95.    First  Ver. — L.  M.  Lancaster.  Uxbridge, 
Worship:  Canaan  lost. 
1  COME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise : 


PSALM  95.  215 

God  is  a  sov'reign  King,  rehearse 
His  honors  in  exalted  verse. 

mp  2  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to  day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey  ; 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues,  that  Israel  knew. 

3  Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead: 
Accept  th'  offer'd  grace  to  day, 
Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay. 

mf  4  Seize  the  kind  promise,  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heav'nly  gates: 
Believe, — and  take  the  promised  rest ; 
Obey, — and  be  forever  blest!  watts. 

Second  Versiox. — L.  M.  Appleton.   Uxbridge. 
Praise  to  God. 
n    1  O  COME,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King, 
<       For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise. 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

2  For  God,  the  Lord,  enthron'd  in  state. 
Is  with  unrivall'd  glory  great, 

A  King  superior  far  to  all, 

Whom  gods  the  heathen  falsely  call. 

3  The  depths  of  earth  are  in  his  hand, — 
The  rolling  sea  at  his  command  ; — 

The  strength  of  hills,  that  reach  the  skies, 

Subjected  to  his  empire  lies, 
mp  4  In  these,  his  courts,  do  we  appear, 

To  offer  our  thanksgivings  here  ; 
mf      To  Him  we  bring  in  joyful  songs 

The  praise,  that  to  his  name  belongs!     tate^ 

Third  Versiox. — C.  31.  Santee-  Marlow^ 
Praise  to  God:  Reverent   Worship. 
Major. 
mf  1  SING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah- s  name, 
And  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  salvation  we  proclaim, 
Euxalted  be  our  voice. 


216  PSALM  95. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awfiil  sight. 
And  psalms  of  honor  sing  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might. 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

8  Earthy  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep. 
Lies  in  his  spacious  hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  seas,  what  bounds  to  keep. 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

4  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore. 
Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O,  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 
Minor. 
mp  5  Now  is  the  time,  He  bends  his  ear, 
And  waits  for  your  request ; 
Come,  lest  He  soon  refuse  to  hear. 
And  ye  shall  lose  his  rest !  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — S.  M.  Bender.  Lisbon. 
Worship  of  God, 
f     1  COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own. 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

mp  3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord: 
—      We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own. 

He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice. 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God!  watts. 

Fifth  Version. — 7s.  Hamilton.    Wihnot. 
Praise  to  God. 
mf  1  COME,  0  come,  and  let  us  sing 
Praises  to  our  heav'nly  King  ; 


PSALM  95.  217 

Our  salvation's  rock  extol  ; 
ff         Let  his  praise  in  thunders  roll ! 

mf  2  Come,  and  praise  Him  with  your  voice  ; 
Make  with  psalms  a  joyful  noise! 
God,  the  Lord  on  hi^^h,  is  great, 
Thron'd  above  in  royal  state! 

3  In  his  hand  are  places  deep  ; 
His  the  tow'ring  mountains  steep  ; 
His  the  sea,  which  He  hath  made. 
His  the  land,  in  green  arrayed, 

mp  4  Come,  and  let  us  humbly  bow, 

Come,  before  the  Lord  bend  low  ; 
He's  our  God  ; — O  then,  to  day, 

mf      Gladly  praise  Him,  and  obey!  allen. 

Sixth  Versiox. — Gs.  Chaplin.  Alps, 
Exhortation  to  worship  Gad. 
mf  1  UNTO  the  house  of  God 
Let  us,  his  people,  flock, 
And  praise  thence  sound  abroad 

To  our  salvation's  Rock: — 
The  Lord,  our  God,  is  great, 
Enthron'd  in  high  estate ! 

2  His  are  earth's  caverns  deep, 

And  hills,  in  strength  that  stand, 
The  depths,  where  waters  sleep, 

And  his  the  firm,  dry  land : — 
These  and  their  hosts  He  made, 
And  thus  his  pow'r  displayed. 

3  0,  come,  then,  and  bow  down, 

Before  Jehovah  kneel  ; 
mp      Come,  lest  ye  meet  his  frown. 

And  his  displeasure  feel: — 
O,  come,  to  gain  his  rest. 
And  be  forever  blest!  allen. 

Seventh  Version. — 6  &  4.  Bort.  Italian  Hymn. 
Worship  of  God. 
n    1   0,  COME,  and  let  us  sing 
Unto  the  Lord,  our  King, 
19 


218  PSALM  96. 

Rock  of  our  might ! 
Exulting  we'll  rejoice. 
And  make  melodious  noise. 
Singing  with  loudest  voice 

Songs  of  delight ! 

2  The  Lord,  our  God,  is  great;> 
And  glorious  in  estate, 

Thron- d  in  the  sky : 
His  is  the  ocean  deep. 
And  vales,  where  torrents  sweep. 
And  his  the  mountain  steep, 
Giant-like  high. 

mp  3  O,  come,  and  let  us  bow, 

And  humbly  kneel  down  low, 

Praising  the  Lord ! 
He  with  a  shepherd's  care 
Leads  us  in  pastures  fair  ; 
And  ever  shall  we  share 

Joys  from  his  word  t  allen. 


96.  First  Ver.— L.  P.  M.  JVashville.  St.  Helens. 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

1  LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise 
To  sing  the  choicest  song  of  praise. 

To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know  5 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show. 

And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

2  He  fram'd  the  globe.  He  built  the  sky. 
He  made  the  shining  woi'lds  on  high. 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there : 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light  ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright  ? 

His  temple,  how  divinely  fair? 

mf  3  Come,  the  great  day, — the  glorious  hour. 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  shall  the  race  of  men  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim!  watts. 


PSALM  96.  219 

Secoxd  Versiox. — C.  M.  Marlow.  Santee. 
ChrisVs  Coming, 
ii     1   SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  ; 
His  new  discover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song, 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 

mp      His  pow'r  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
—      And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 
The  islands  of  the  sea  ; — 

Ye  mountains,  sink, — ye  valleys,  rise, — 
mf      Prepare  the  Lord  his  way ! 

4  Behold.  He  comes, — He  comes  to  bless 
The  nations  as  their  God, 

To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad! 

5  But,  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 

mp      How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 

To  see  their  Judge  appear !  watts. 

Third  Versio.v. — 7s.  Palmer,    Turin, 
Joyful  Praise  to  God. 
fill  SING  a  new  and  grateful  song, 

Song  of  praise,  O  earth,  to  God! — 
Vales  and  hills !  his  praise  prolong  ; 
<  Ocean!  roll  his  praise  abroad: 

Saints,  extol  his  holy  name, 
Loud  salvation's  joys  proclaim! 

f  M  2  God  is  great, — supreme  in  might. 
High  enthron'd  beyond  the  sky, 
Cloth'd  in  dazzling  beams  of  light, 
Deck'd  with  glorious  majesty: — 
Give  the  Lord  the  glory  due, 
Worship  Him,  whose  word  is  true! 

3  Say  among  the  heathen  throng, — 
»^God,  th'  Almighty,  reigns  above, 


220  PSALM  97. 

Come,  and  join  your  grateful  song^ 
Come,  and  taste  redeeming  love ! 
Satan's  kingdom  soon  must  fall, — 
Jesus  triumphs  over  all!" 

4  Fields  and  forest  trees,  rejoice  ! — 
Let  earth's  hosts  exult  and  sing  ; 
Let  the  heav'ns  lift  up  their  voice, 

Jestjs  reigns  their  Lord  and  King: 
Lo,  He  comes  his  saints  to  bless, 
Judging  all  in  righteousness !  allen. 


97.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Monmouth.  Medivay. 
Christ  the  sovereign  Judge, 
f     1  HE  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Savior,  reigns  ! 
Praise  Him  in  evangelic  strains  : 
Let  distant  islands  lift  their  voice, 
And  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice. 
2  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unkno^^^l, 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne : 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground, 
mp  3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  He  comes! 

Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs! 

—  Before  Him  burns  devouring  fire  ; 

>       The  mountains  melt, — the  seas  retire ! 

—  4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day : 
<       Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
f         And  sing,  for  your  retlemption's  nigh!     watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Bleiidon.  Arnheim, 
ChrisVs  Incarnation, 
mf  1  THE  Lord  is  come :  the  heav'ns  proclaim 
His  birth  ; — the  nations  learn  his  name  : 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies ! 
Go,  worship,  where  the  Savior  lies  ;  — 
Angels  and  kings  ! — before  Him  bow, — 
Those  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 


PSALM  97.  221 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  jjrouncL 

Aiiil  their  own  \vorsiii])pers  eonfound  ; 
f         But  Judah  shout, — but  Ziou  sing, 

And  earth  confess  her  sovereign  King!  watts. 

Third  Version. — L.   M.  Breicer.    Uxbridge. 
Grace  and  Glory. 

1  TH'  Ahnighty  reigns,  exalted  high 
O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky: 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 

2  O,  ye,  who  love  his  holy  name. 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  sin  and  shame : 
He  guards  the  souls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 

mf  3  Immortal  light  and  joys  unknown 

Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown  ; 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  je  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honors  of  the  Lord, 
His  name  of  love  extol  and  bless, 

And  triumph  in  his  holiness.  watts. 

Fourth  Ver. — L.  M.  Warrington.  Winchester, 

God  the  Support  of  Zion. 
mf  1  GOD  reigns, — let  all  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  sea  girt-isles  lift  up  their  voice  ; — 
Though  clouds  surround  Him,  yet  his  throne 
Is  built  on  righteousness  alone. 

mp  2  His  swift-wing'd  lightnings  from  the  skies 
Smite  down  his  boldest  enemies  ; 
The  nations,  dazzled  at  the  sight. 
Tremble  before  the  God  of  might ! 

—  3  Zion,  triumphant,  is  made  glad. 

Though  all  her  humbled  foes  are  sad  ; 
All  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
f         While  Zion's  shouts  are  heard  around ! 

—  4  Thus  light  for  righteous  men  is  sown, 

And  gladness,  by  them  only  knoAvn  ; 
19* 


222  PSALM  97,  98. 

mf      Then  in  the  Lord  exult,  ye  good. 

And  pour  your  hearts  in  thankful  flood!  allen. 

Fifth  Versiox. — C.  M.  Littlejield.   St.  Johns. 
God^s  Majesty. 
1   LET  earth  rejoice,  for  God  alone 
Rules  the  wide  world  with  might : 
Dark  clouds  surround  his  lofty  throne. 
Yet  all  his  ways  are  right. 

mf  2  His  angiy  thunders,  long  and  loud. 

Diffuse  a  mighty  dread  ; 

His  lightnings  leap  out  from  the  cloud, 
>       And  strike  the  sinner  dead. 

mp  3  The  hills,  like  wax,  now  melt  away 
Before  th'  avenging  Lord  ; 
His  righteous  pow'r  the  heav'ns  display. 
The  terrors  of  his  w^ord! 

4  Fear  not,  ye  friends  of  God  on  high, 
He  guards  you  with  his  might  ; 
mf      Gladness  breaks  on  you  from  the  sky, 

Bright  beams  of  heav'nly  light !         allen. 


98,  First  Version. — C.  M.  Dedham.  Marloiv. 
Messiah's  Coming  and  Kingdom. 
If     1  JOY  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King: 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  ; — the  Savior  reigi:ks ! 
Let  men  their  songs  employ. 
While  fields  and  fl^oods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
<o     Repeat  the  sounding  joy  ! 

—  3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow. 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 


PSALM  98.  223 

The  glories  of  his  righteousness. 

And  wonders  of  his  love !  watts. 

Second  Versiox. — Is.  JVihnot.  Southampton. 
Songs  to  God. 
n     1  LET  the  harp  your  hands  employ, 
Sing  new  songs  of  praise  and  joy  ; 
God  hath  glorious  wonders  done, 
And  his  arm  hath  vict'ry  won. 

2  God  his  great  salvation  shows, 
Scatt'ring  wide  his  banded  foes. 
To  his  servants  from  above 
Giving  tokens  of  his  love. 

f<  3  Pour,  then,  organ's  solemn  sound. 
Let  the  harp-strings  quick  rebound, 
Lift  up  grateful^  loudest  praise, 

o    Joyful  songs  of  honor  raise ! 

f     4  Let  the  sea  in  gladness  roar, 
>       As  its  waves  break  on  the  shore  ; 
ff        Let  the  rushing  torrent's  voice 
With  the  mountain  cliffs  rejoice  ! 

—  5  For  our  God,  in  grand  array, 

Comes  his  justice  to  display  ; — 
Cloth'd  in  heav'n's  eternal  light. 
He  will  judge  the  world  aright !         allex. 

Third  Version. — Is.    TVihnoi.  Southampton. 
Praise  to  Christ  for  his  Salvation. 
fill  COME,  ye  saints,  and  loudly  sing. 
Lift  up  songs  to  Chi'ist,  your  King! 
Great  his  victories  o'er  the  foe, — 
Let  your  praises  ever  flow ! 

2  His  salvation  now  hath  spread 
Life  and  joy  among  the  dead  ; 
Floods  of  light  from  yonder  skies 

He  hath  pour'd  on  cloud-dimm'd  eyes. 

3  Mercies,  long  ago  foretold, 
Wond'ring  pagans  now  behold  ; — 
All  the  heathen  soon  shall  see 
God's  salvation,  rich  and  free! 


224  PSALM  99. 

4  Harp,  and  voice,  and  organ's  sound ! 
Praises  of  the  Lord  resound ! 

fF        Ocean !  in  thy  fuhiess  roar, 

Thund'ring  praises  to  the  shore ! 

5  Torrents  !  hast'ning  to  the  sea. 
Join  your  loudest  melody  ! 

<       Hills  and  mountains!  shout  aloud; 
>       Jesus  comes  to  judge  the  proud! 

mp  6  All  the  earth  shall  meet  his  eye. 

When  his  throne  flames  glorious  nigh; 
Ransom'd  sinners,  lift  your  voice! 

mf      Hosts  of  heav'n  and  earth,  rejoice!  allen. 


99.    First  Ver.—S.  M.  SoidhfielcL    St.  Thomas. 
ChrisVs  Kingdom  and  Majesty. 
1    JEHO YAH  reigns  on  high ! 
Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
mp      Let  sinners  dread  his  anger  nigh. 
And  saints  his  name  revere. 

mf  2  Jesus,  the  Savior,  reigns ! 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  cherubs,  in  the  heav'nly  plains, 
Swiftly  fulfil  his  word. 

S  In  Zion  is  his  throne. 
His  honors  are  divine : 
His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known. 
For  there  his  glories  shine ! 

mp  4  How  holy  is  his  name  ? 

How  terrible  his  praise  ! 
—       Justice  and  truth  his  love  proclaim 

In  all  his  works  of  grace.  watts. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  PentonviUe.  St,  Thomas. 
A  holy  God  ivorshipped. 
1  EXALT  the  Lord  and  bless, 
And  worship  at  his  feet ; 
His  nature  is  all  holiness, 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 


PSALM  99.  225 

2  When  Israel  was  his  choice, 
When  Aaron  serv'd  Him  there, 
When  Moses  raisM  his  earnest  voice. 
He  check'd  his  people's  fear. 

3  Oft  He  forgave  their  guilt, 
Nor  would  destroy  their  race  ; 

And  oft  He  made  His  vengeance  felt, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord,  our  God, 
Whose  grace  is  still  the  same  ; 
He  still  doth  hold  a  righteous  rod, 

He's  jealous  of  his  name.  watts. 

Third  Version. — H.  INI.   Harwich.  Stoic. 
Praise  to  God  and  Christ. 
mf      1  THE  Lordj  Jehovah,  reigns 
O'er  worlds  of  light  above. 
And  o'er  earth's  hills  and  plains 
Out-beams  his  pow'r  and  love : — 
<:       Ye  people,  hearken  to  his  word! 
o     Ye  nations,  bow  before  the  Lord ! 

mf      2  In  Zion  Christ  is  great. 

Exalted  as  her  King, 

And  glorious  his  estate  : 

Your  son^s  of  gladness  sins': — 
mp  O,  give  to  Him  the  homagre  meet, 
And  humbly  worship  at  his  feet ! 

—       3  The  saints  were  heard  of  old, — 

Pursued  by  mighty  foes, — 

When  unto  God  they  told 

Their  dansrers  and  their  woes: 
From  pillar'd  cloud  and  fire  his  voice 
Oft  bade  their  humbled  souls  rejoice. 

mp      4  Then  fear  and  praise  the  Lord, 

And  keep  his  statutes  still  ; 

Revere  his  holy  word, 

And  worship  at  his  hill  ; — 
mf      Extol  with  joy  his  glorious  name, 
<       And  all  his  wondrous  deeds  proclaim !      allen. 


226  PSALM  100. 

100.  First  Ver,— L.  M.    Old  Hundred.  Brewer. 

Praise  to  our  Creator. 
mf  1  YE  nations  of  the  earth,  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  sov'reign  King  ; 
Serve  Him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice. 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glories  sing ! 

—  2  The  Lord  is  God  ; — 'tis  He  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  ; 
We  are  his  work  and  not  our  own, 
The  sheep,  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

<  3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there ! 

—  4  The  Lord  is  good  ; — the  Lord  is  kind ; — 
mf      Great  is  his  grace, — his  mercy  sure  ; — 

And  the  w^hole  race  of  man  shall  fmd 

His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure !  watts. 

Second  VersiOxX. — L.  M.  Appleton.  Brewer. 
Praise  to  God. 
1  BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know,  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

5  Our  frame  his  sov'reign  pow'r  hath  made  ; 
On  clay  He  breath'd,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when,  like  wand'ring  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people, — we  his  care. 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  Ave  rear. 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

f    4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs  ; 

<  High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise  : 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues 

X    Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise ! 

f    5  Wide,  as  the  world, — is  thy  command, — 
If        Vast,  as  eternity, — thy  love  ; 


PSALM   100.  227 

Finn,  as  a  rock, — thy  truth  must  stand, 
>       When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move ! 

WATTS. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.    St.  Thomas.  Dover, 
God  extolled. 
mf  1  IN  God,  most  High,  rejoice. 

Extol  Him,  all  ye  lands  ! 
<c       In  joyful  songs  lift  up  your  voice, 
And  keep  his  just  commands. 

—  2  He  made  us  by  his  word, 

And  feeds  us  from  above  ; 

We  are  the  people  of  the  Lord, 
p         The  children  of  his  love, 
mf  3  Enter  his  gates  Avith  praise. 

His  wondrous  works  proclaim  ; — 

To  God  your  grateful  anthems  raise_j 

And  bless  his  holy  name. 
4  For  God,  the  Lord,  is  good, 

And  we  his  glories  hail ! 
o»     His  truth,  like  mountain  rocks,  hath  stood, 

—  His  mercy  ne'er  can  fail !  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — T-s.  Edgar,  ^yuremhurg. 
Praise  to  Christ. 
fi    1  COME,  and  make  a  joyful  noise, 

All  ye  lands,  to  Christ,  the  King! 
<:        Come,  with  gladness  lift  your  voice, 

—  And  before  his  presence  sing: 
He  hath  made  us  by  his  might  ; 
We  are  his  by  ev'ry  right ! 

2  Come  into  his  gates  with  praise  ; 

Offer  thanks  unto  his  name  ; 
-<        Songs  in  grateful  wonder  raise, 

All  his  saving  works  proclaim  ; 
x:     Great  his  mercy,  as  his  power ! 
X     Firm  his  truth  forevermore !  allen. 

Fifth  Version. — lis.  Pittsjield.  Portuguese  H, 

Exhortation  to  praise  God. 
mf  1  O,  MAKE  a  glad  noise  unto  God,  thron'd  in  light. 
And  serve  Him,  ye  nations,  with  holy  delight  ; 


228  PSALM  101,  102. 

Extol  Him,  ye  people,  with  harp  and  with  song, 
And  give  Him  the  praises,  which  to  Him  belong. 

2  For  He  is  our  God,  and  in  glory  arrayed  ; — 
By  Him  w^ere  our  bodies  most  wondrously  made  ; 
mp      And  we  are  the  sheep  of  his  pasture  and  fold  ; 
He  feeds  us  and  leads  us  in  heat  and  in  cold. 

mf  3  O,  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and  joy  ; 

His  praise  in  his  house  all  your  hearts  should  employ  ; 

O,  bless  Him,  for  He  is  your  Father  and  Friend, 

His  truth  and  his  mercy  endure  without  end!     allen. 


PSALM  101 — L.  M.  Walton.  Duke  Street 
The  Magistrate. 

1  OF  mercy,  0,  my  heav'nly  King, 
And  righteous  judgment  I  will  sing: 
While  I  thy  judgment  fear,  teach  me 
In  mercy's  path  to  follow  Thee ! 

2  Uprightly  will  I  walk,  0  Lord, 
Guided  by  counsel  from  thy  word  ; 
But  haughty  looks  and  scorning  pride 
Shall  never  in  my  house  abide. 

S  The  good  and  faithful  of  the  land 
Shall  ever  be  at  my  right  hand: 
But  men,  who  'gainst  thy  truth  rebel. 
Shall  never  in  my  presence  dwell. 

4  The  wicked  in  their  crimson  stain. 
Deeming  the  sacred  law  in  vain, 
mf      I'll  strike  with  strong,  avenging  hand, 
And  them  destroy  from  off  the  land. 

mp  5  Thus  in  the  final,  judgment  day. 

When  God's  pure  justice  shall  bear  sway, 
His  wrath  the  wicked  shall  destroy; — 

mf      The  good  shall  dwell  in  heav'nly  joy !     allen. 


102.   First  Ver. — L.  M.  Windham.    Medwaij. 
Saints  die;  Christ  lives. 
1  IT  is  the  Lord,  our  Savior's  hand 
Weakens  our  strength  amidst  the  race  3 


PSALM  102.  229 

Disease  and  death  at  his  command 
Arrest  us  and  cut  short  our  race. 

aff  -2  Spare  us,  0  Lord,  aloud  ^ve  pray, 
^or  let  our  sun  go  do\Mi  at  noon: 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 
And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon  ? 

S  Yet,  ^vhile  with  grief  and  death  we  strive. 
This  thought  our  sorro^\  shall  assuage, 
mf      "Our  Father  and  our  Savior  live  ; 

Christ  is  the  same  through  every  age  !  " 

—  4  The  starry  curtains  of  the  sky, 

Like  garments,  shall  be  laid  aside: 
mf      Thy  throne,  0  Lord,  stands  fii'm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  forever  must  abide  !        watts. 

Second  Version'. — L.   M.    Farnsworth.  Medicay. 

Prayer  for  Zion. 
mf  1  FOR  Zion,  Lord,  arise  in  might, 
And  put  her  enemies  to  flight ; 

—  And,  while  thy  servants  lift  their  prayer, 
Her  desolated  state  repair. 

2  Her  ruin'd  wall  do  they  not  mourn  ? 
mp      Return,  O  God  of  love,  return! 
In  thy  great  glory  now  appear. 
And  all  her  fallen  stones  uprear. 

mf  3  So  shall  all  kings  thy  glory  see, 

And  heathen  nations  rev'rence  Thee, 
And  distant  ages  shall  proclaim 

f         Recorded  honors  to  thy  name  !  allen. 

Third  Version. — L,  M.  Windham.  .Medicay. 

Prayer  for  Christ's  Kingdom. 
mf  1   GREAT  is  thy  pow-r: — Thou,  Lord,  wilt  bring 

All  nations  to  thy  Zion's  hill  ; 

There  shall  they  praise  their  mighty  King  ; 
<       Thy  glory  the  wide  earth  shall  lill!*^ 

—  -2  Thou,  from  thy  Sanctuary's  height, 

From  heav'n,  dost  this  low  earth  behold, 
X     To  pour  in  dungeon-gloom  thy  light, 

—  And  mercv  to  the  lost  unfold  ; —  " 

20 


230  PSALM  102. 

3  Thy  name  in  Zion  to  declare. 
Thy  praises  in  Jerusalem, 

To  hear  the  humble  suppliant's  prayer. 
And  give,  for  shame,  heav'n's  diadem! 

mf  4  O,  hasten.  Lord,  this  blessed  hour, 

When  chains  shall  fall,  and  woes  shall  flee. 
When  all  man's  tribes  shall  feel  thy  power, 
And  all  shall  lift  their  songs  to  Thee !      allen. 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.  Marlow.  JVottingham, 
PTayer  heard,  and  Zion  restored. 
II     1  LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  ; 

Behold  the  promis'd  hour ! 
>-       Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
<:       And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

mp  2  Her  dust  and  ruins,  that  remain, 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 

<  Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
mf      And  all  that  dust  shall  rise ! 

—  3  The  Lord  Jerusalem  shall  raise^ 
And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  shall  celebrate  his  praise. 
And  kings  his  name  declare. 

4  He  frees  the  souls,  condemn'd  to  death  ; 
And,  when  his  saints  complain. 
It  will  be  found,  that  praying  breath 
Was  never  spent  in  vain. 

5  This  shall  be  known,  when  we  are  dead. 
And  left  on  long  record, 

f         That  ages,  yet  unborn,  may  read, 

<  And  trust,  and  praise  the  Lord!         watts. 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.  Ferry.    Graf  ion. 
Man  frail;   God  unchangeable. 
mp  1  MY  days,  like  shadoAvs  do  decline. 

Like  grass  I  fade  away  ; 
mf      But  Thou, — 0  Majesty  divine, 
Hast  one  eternal  day! 

mp  2  O,  spare  thy  servant,  ere  I  die: — 
—       Of  old,  ere  time's  first  flight, 


PSALM   102,    103.  231 

By  Thee  was  fram'd  the  arched  sky, 
FilPd  with  the  stars  of  light. 

inp  3  These  all  shall  perish,  as  a  flame, 

>  Extinguish'd,  disappears  ; 

—  But  ever  art  Thou,  Lord,  the  same, 
And  endless  are  thy  years ! 

aff  4  Then  spare  thy  servant.  Lord,  and  prove 
Thy  faithfulness  to  me, 
For  Thou  art  still  the  God  of  love, 
And  mercy  dwells  with  Thee  ! 

5  Thy  changeless  word  let  none  distrust: — 
Our  children  shall  arise, 
len       And,  while  the  fathers  sleep  in  dust, 
mf      Flourish  before  thine  eyes !  allen. 

Sixth  Version. — 65.  Chaplin.  Alps. 
Prayer  in  Sickness. 
Aff  1  0,  LORD,  now  hear  my  prayer, 
Hide  not  thy  face  from  me  ; 
Oppress'd  with  grief  and  care, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  Thee ; 
O  hear  me,  as  I  cry, 
And  bring  salvation  nigh ! 

2  O,  quickly  send  thine  aid. 

For  life  doth  waste  as  smoke  ; 
mp      My  frame  is  now  decayed, 

>  The  springs  of  life  are  broke : 

—  O,  hear  my  groaning  voice  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  rejoice. 

rap  3  Return,  0  God,  return ! 
Reveal  to  me  thy  love  ; 
No  longer  let  me  mourn. 
But  bless  me  from  above : 
mf      Then  will  I  praise  thy  power, 

And  mercv  evermore  !  allen. 


103.    First  Ver. — L.  M.  Lancaster.  UxhrUlge. 
God^s  Goodness, 
n    1  BLESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God  ; 

Call  home  thy  thoughts,  that  rove  abroad. 


232  PSALM  103. 

Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

mp  2  'Tis  He,  my  soul,  who  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes,  which  thou  hast  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ransom  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

3  The  vices  of  the  mind  He  heals. 

And  cures  the  pains,  that  nature  feels, 
Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  life  from  threat'ning  graves. 

4  He  sees  th'  oppressor  and  th'  oppress'd, 
And  often  gives  the  suff'rer  rest, 

But  will  his  justice  more  display 

In  the  great,  last,  rewarding  day!        watts* 

Second  Ver.— L.  IVI.  DuJce  Str.  Tallis  E.  Hymn. 
God^s  Mercy, 
fi    1  THE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways? 
How  firm  his  truth?  How  large  his  grace? — 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  He  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  pow'r  hath  spread 
The  stariy  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, — 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes,  we  raise. 

p     3  How  slowly  doth  his  vvi'ath  arise  ? — 
<:       On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies : 
—      And,  if  He  lets  his  anger  burn. 

How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ? 

4  His  wondrous  love  and  grace  are  sure 
To  all  the  saints  and  shall  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain.       watts. 

Third  Versiox. — C.  M.  Medjield.    Grafton, 
God's   Goodness- 
1  THE  Lord  is  merciful  and  kind. 
To  anger  ever  slow  ; 
The  chains,  we  wear.  He  will  unbind, 
And  wondrous  goodness  show. 


PSALM  103.  a33 

2  His  grace, — as  heav'n  o'er  earth  stands  high, — 
Is  great  to  men,  He  loves  ; 
As  far  as  east  from  western  sky, 

—  The  Lord  our  sins  removes. 

p     3  Full  well  our  feebleness  He  knows, 
For  us  He  made  of  clay : 
Man  flourishes,  like  blooming  rose, 
But  soon  he  fades  away. 

—  4  Yet  never  shall  God's  mercy  fail 

To  such,  as  Him  do  love  \ 
<        His  faithful  word  they'll  rapt'rous  hail 
mp      In  their  blest  home  above  !  allei^. 

Fourth  Ver. —  S.  M.  St.   Thomas.  Paddington. 

Mercies  of  God. 
u    1  BLESS,  0  my  soul,  the  Lord  ; 

Let  all  ^\ithin  me  join. 

His  mercies  grateful  to  record. 

Whose  favors  are  divine ! 

2  The  Lord  extol  and  bless. 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfubiess 
And  without  praises  die. 

mp  3  He  gives  the  conscience  peace  ; 
'T  is  He  relieves  thy  pain, 
'T  is  He.  who  heals  thy  strong  disease. 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

—  4  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 

But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 

By  his  beloved  Son. 

mf  5  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  Lord  ; 
Let  ail  \^-ithin  me  join. 
His  mercies  grateful  to  record, 
Whose  favors  are  divine  !  watts. 

Fifth  Versiox. — S.  M.   Dover.  Olmutz. 

Mercies  of  God. 
1  MY  soul,  extol  his  name. 
Whose  mercies  are  so  srreat, 
20* 


234 


PSALM  103. 


mp     Whose  anger  is  so^slow  to  flame. 
So  ready  to  abate. 

—  2  As  the  blue  heav'ns  on  high 
This  lowly  ball  transcend, 
So  far  his  grace  and  majesty 
Beyond  our  thoughts  extend. 

mp  3  The  pow'r  of  sin  suppress'd, 
Lo,  his  forgiving  love. 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west. 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

mf  4  My  soul,  extol  his  name, 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great, 
mp      Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  flame, 

So  ready  to  abate!  watts* 

Sixth  Version. — S.  M.  Dover.  St.  Thomas. 
Praise  to  God  from  Angels  and  Men, 
mf  1  PRAISE  God  in  joyful  strains, 
Whose  throne  is  fix'd  on  high  ; 
O^er  all  the  heav'nly  world  He  reigns, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
And  swift  to  do  his  will. 

Bless  ye  the  Lord  with  pure  delight, 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Ye  hosts,  who  wait  t^  obey 
The  orders  of  your  King, 

And  guard  his  churches,  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing: 

4  While  all  his  works  unfold 
Their  Maker's  glorious  power. 
My  soul,  with  grateful  joys  untold, 

Shall  praise  Him  evermore !  watts^ 

Seventh  Version. — S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Dover. 

Praise  to  God  for  his  Mercies. 
mfft  1  O,  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Extol  his  holy  name. 

Nor  cease,  while  shining  worlds  shall  roll. 

His  goodness  to  proclaim  ! 


PSALM  103,   104.  235 

mp  »r  2  The  Lord  my  sin  forgives, 
My  sickness  doth  remove, 
My  faint  and  dyinir  hope  revives, 
And  cheers  me  with  his  love. 

3  And  though  my  body  dies, 
mf      My  youth  renew'd  shall  spring. 
As  eagle,  moulting  for  the  skies, 
Mounts  up  on  mighty  Vting ! 

—  4  0,  bless  the  God  of  love, 

Who  guides  thee  to  thy  rest, — 
raf      Thy  dwelling-place  in  heav'n  above, 

With  all  the  ransom'd  blesti  allen. 

Eighth  Version. — 8  &  4.  Palestine.  TVayland. 
God^s  great  Mercies. 
1  0  BLESS  the  Lord,  extol  his  name. 
His  grace  and  love,  my  soul,  proclaim ! 
He  pardons  thine  iniquities. 
And  all  thy  sad  infii'mities 
His  mercy  heals. 

H  As  the  blue  arch  of  heav'nly  sky 
Above  this  lower  world  is  high, 
So  great  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
Which  his  most  pure  and  holy  word 
To  man  reveals. 

t»P  3  He  knows  this  feeble  frame  of  clay, 
He  sees  how  fleeting  is  our  day. 
For  man  is  but  a  blooming  flower, 
Which,  struck  by  wind  of  blighting  power. 
Withers  and  dies ! 

mf  4  Yet  they,  who  fear  their  heav'nly  King, 
<:       His  mercy  shall  forever  sing, 

—  And,  while  their  childi-en  here  are  blest, 
They  in  God's  cov-nant  love  shall  rest 

In  yonder  skies  !  allex. 


10-i.  First  Ver.-7s.  {v.  1-4)  .Yuremb.  PleyeVs  H- 
God^s  Majesty. 
ii    1  LORD,  supreme  in  majesty ! 
Glory  is  thy  ornament. 


236  PSALM  104. 

Light  a  vestment  is  to  Thee, 
Heav'n  Thou  spreadest  as  thy  tent ! 

2  Far  above  is  plac'd  thy  throne. 
Thy  pavilion  in  the  sky  ; 

Clouds,  thy  chariot,  bear  Thee  on,— 
Thou  on  wings  of  winds  dost  fly ! 

3  Tempest  is  thy  messenger. 
Swiftly  going  from  his  Lord  ; — 
Flaming  fii'e  thy  minister, 
Bearing  quick  thy  wrathful  word. 

Aff  4  I  will  fear  Thee,  0  most  High, 
And  revere  thine  awful  power ! 
I  will  dread  thy  Majesty, 
And  extol  Thee  evermore!  allen. 

Second  Version. — Is. {v.  5-9.)  JVuremb.  KimbalL 
God  the  Creator. 
1  EARTH'S  foundations  God  hath  laid, 
Rob'd  it  with  the  splendent  flood, 
And  with  beauteousness  arrayed: — 
Waters  o'er  the  mountains  stood. 

mf  2  Lord,  at  thy  rebuke  they  fled  ; 
They  thy  mighty  voice  obey  ; 
When  they  hear  thy  thunders  dread, 
They  in  terror  haste  away ! 

<   3  Then  uprose  the  mountains  high, 
>        Then  sunk  down  the  valleys  deep, 
—       In  th'  appointed  place  to  lie  ; — 
Hill  and  vale  their  stations  keep. 

4  Thou  to  sea  hast  plac'd  its  bound  ; 
It  shall  ne'er  thy  law  defy, 

To  o'erwhelm  again  the  ground, 

Causing  living  things  to  die  !  allen. 

Third  Ver. —  7s.  (r.  10-18.)  JWiremhurg.  Kimb. 
God^s  Providence. 
1  VALLEYS  Thou  didst  fill  with  springs, 
Which  from  mountain  sides  outburst ; 
Drink  to  herds  each  streamlet  brings. 
Wild  beasts  too  there  quench  their  thirst. 


PSALM   104.  237 

2  O'er  the  fountains  and  the  streams 
Birds  among  the  branches  dwell ; — 
Gazing  glad  on  wat'ry  gleams, 
They  their  joyful  warblings  swell. 

3  From  thy  cloud-built  stores,  w^e  know. 
Dews  and  rains  refresh  the  ground  ; 
Grass  for  cattle  green  doth  grow. 
Seed  for  man  too  doth  abound. 

4  Thou  for  man  dost  bring  forth  bread. 
And  dost  make  his  face  to  shine  5 
Lo,  with  corn  he's  nourished, 

And  his  heart  is  glad  with  ^vine. 

5  Flowing  sap  thy  trees  do  yield. 
Cedars  on  Libanus'  height, 

Where  the  birds  their  nests  do  build, — 
Fir  trees,  where  the  storks  do  light. 

6  Mountains  Thou  didst  rear  on  high, 
Whose  flint-paths  the  wild  goats  trace, — 
Rocks,  to  which  the  conies  fly, 

Finding  there  sure  hiding  place !  allen. 

Fourth  Versiox. — 75.  (r. 19-24.)  Tf'llmot.  Tl^ilson, 
Seasons:  Day  and  JMght. 

1  THOU  the  moon  didst  set,  0  Lord, 
Changeful  seasons  to  divide  ; 

Sun  too  knoweth,  at  thy  word. 
To  go  down  at  even  tide. 

2  Darkness  Thou  dost  make, — the  night. 
When  wild  beasts  creep  forth  most  shy. 
When  young  lions  roar  with  might. 
Seeking  food  from  God  on  high ! 

3  When  the  sun  doth  rise,  they  flee. 
In  their  dens  they  lay  them  down  ; 
Man  to  labor  goes  out  free, 

Till  the  shade  o'er  earth  is  strown. 

mf  4  Lord,  thy  works  are  manifold. 
Spread  on  high  and  on  this  ball ; 
They  thy  glories  do  unfold, — 
Wisely  hast  Thou  made  them  all !  allen. 


238  PSALM  104. 

Fifth  Ver. — 7s.  (v.  24-30.)  JVuremb.  KimbalL 
All  Creatures  depend  on  God, 

1  EARTH  thy  treasures.  Lord,  displays, 
FilPd  with  life,  of  small  and  great ; 
Sea  presents,  to  our  amaze, 
Throngs  beyond  our  estimate. 

2  There  float  ships  in  majesty, 

As  the  swans,  that  stem  the  tide  ; 
There  the  wondrous  monsters  lie. 
Playing  too  in  joy  or  pride. 

3  All  thy  creatures  wait  on  Thee, 
Seeking,  Lord,  their  daily  food: 
Thou  dost  feed  them  lib'rally. 
Thou  their  hearts  dost  fill  with  good. 

mp  4  They  are  struck  with  wild  dismay, 

When  thy  face  from  them  doth  turn  ; 
Thou  their  breath  dost  take  away, 
Then  to  dust  they  quick  return! 

—  5  When  is  sent  thy  Spirit  forth, 
They  at  once  are  newly  born : 
Thou  dost  then  renew  the  earth, 
And  with  beauty  dost  adorn.  allen. 

Sixth  Ver. — 7s.  (r.  31-35.)  Wilmot.  Granby. 
God's  Glory:  God  praised, 
1  GOD'S  praise  ever  shall  endure. 
Naught  his  purpose  can  destroy, — 
Firm  his  throne,  his  kingdom  sure. 
On  his  works  He  looks  with  joy. 

mp  2  Earth  his  fro^\Tling  face  doth  know, 
Trembling,  fearing  his  fierce  ire  : 
If  He  touch  the  mountains,  lo  ! 
Out  they  burst  in  smoke  and  fii-e ! 

3  While  I  live,  as  is  most  meet. 

Praises  of  my  God  I'll  sing  ; 
Songs  of  Him  shall  still  be  sweet, 
Ceaseless  notes  to  Him  I'll  bring. 

mf  4  Streams  of  joy  forever  roll  ; 

God,  their  source,  will  I  adore : — 


PSALM  104,   105.  239 

Praise  the  Lord,  thy  God,  my  soul! 
f         Praise  the  Lord  forevermore  I  allen. 

Seventh  Ver. — 6  4^4.   Oalham.  Italian  Hijmn. 
God's  glorious  Majesty. 
1  O  LORD,  supreme  in  might, 
Dwelling  in  heav'nly  light. 

Where  myriads  bow  ; 
We  too  would  rev'rence  Thee, 
Array 'd  in  majesty  ; 
mp       We  humbly  bow  our  knee. 
And  bend  down  low. 

—  2  Man's  eyes  thy  glory  blinds; 
Thou  walkest  on  the  winds. 

And  raging  storm  ; 
The  tempest  and  the  lire 
Are  angels  of  thine  ire  ; 
And  all  earth-s  judgments  dire 

Thy  will  perform. 

mp  S  Then,  sinner,  fear  God's  power, 
And  flee  th'  avenging  hour. 

Which  guilt  must  prove : 
mf      Lord,  let  him  turn  to  Thee, 
And  taste  thy  mercy  free, 
That  he  thy  face  may  see 

In  heav'n  above  !  alleit. 


lOo.  First  Ver. — C.  M.  ^ilbany.  .yi^ottingham. 
Israel  a  Type  of  the  Church. 

1  THE  Lord  himself  chose  out  their  way. 

And  mark'd  their  journeys  right  ; 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

2  They  thirst ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 
In  rich  abundance   flow. 

And,  foU'wing  still  the  holy  flock. 
Ran  all  the  desert  through. 

mp  3  0  wondrous  stream !  0  type  most  plain 
Of  ever  flowiuf^  love  ! 


240  PSALM  105,  106. 

—      So  Christ,  our  Rock,  shall  life  maintain, 
Till  we  shall  dwell  above. 

4  Thus,  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand. 
The  chosen  tribes  possess'd 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land. 
And  there  enjoy 'd  their  rest. 

mf  5  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage. 
The  Church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
Israel  must  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care !  watts^ 

Second  Version. — 7s.  JViiremburg.  Kimball, 

God^s  wonderful  Works  to  be  praised. 

If    10,  GIVE  thanks  unto  the  Lord, 
Call  ye  on  his  holy  name. 
All  his  deeds  and  faithful  word, — 
Word  of  promis'd  good,  proclaim ! 

2  Sing  to  God  ;  sing  hymns  and  psalms. 
Talk  of  all  his  w^ondrous  ways  ; — 
Fear  of  Him  all  passion  calms, 
Love  to  Him  each  pow'r  o'ersways. 

3  Once  He  spread  a  cloud-form'd  tent, 
Once  He  rear'd  the  pillar'd  light, 
When  his  ancient  people  went 
Desert-wand'rers  day  and  night. 

4  Smote  He  not  the  flinty  rock? 
Straight  the  waters  gushed  out. 
Following  his  chosen  flock. 

As  they  wander'd  round  about. 

5  Lord,  conduct  thy  people  still 
Through  the  perils  of  their  way, 
Till  they  reach  the  heav'nly  hill, — 

Land  of  rest,  their  home  for  aye !         allen. 


106.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Mendon,  Ellenthorpe. 

Praise  to  God;  Communion  with  Saints, 
n    1  TO  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blest, 
Let  soni?s  of  honor  be  address'd  ; 


PSALM   106.  241 

His  mercy  firm  forever  stands, 

Give  Him  the  thanks,  his  love  demands. 

—  2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways? 
Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise? 
Blest  are  the  souls,  who  fear  Thee  still, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed  ; 
And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

mf  4  O  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice. 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 

Join'd  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  Thee!    watts. 

Second  Versiox. — L.  ■NL  Danvers.  Uxbridge, 

Praise  to  God. 
mf  1  0,  RENDER  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love. 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Has  stood  and  shall  forever  last. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, — 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless? 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise? 

aff  3  0,  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 
Thy  saints  in  fuJl  prosperity  ; 
That  I  the  joyful  choir  may  join. 
And  count  thy  people's  triumph  mine ! 

mf  4  Let  Israel's  God  be  ever  blest 

His  name  eternally  confess'd: 

Let  all  his  saints,  with  full  accord, 
f         Sing  loud  Aniens. — Praise  ye  the  Lord!     tate. 

Third  Version. — H.  M.  Harwich.  Stoiv. 
Forgetfulness  of  God. 
mf      1  THE  Lord  did  Israel  save, 

His  wondrous  pow'r  to  show  ; 
He  led  them  through  the  wave. 
And  did  their  foes  o'erthrow: — 
21 


242  PSALM  106. 

O'er  Egypt's  host  the  tide  did  sweep  ; — 
p        They  sunk,  as  lead,  in  mighty  deep  I 

—  2  Then  they  believ'd  his  word, 

And  bless'd  his  holy  name  ; 
In  songs  they  praise  the  Lord, 
His  works  of  might  proclaim  ; 
mp      But  soon,  alas,  forget  his  power, 

And  madly  trespass  more  and  more ! 

—  3  Full  oft  the  Lord  did  hear, 

When  in  their  wo  they  cry  ; 
Full  oft  did  He  appear 
To  bring  salvation  nigh: — 
f         Let  us,  O  Lord,  thy  mercy  know. 

And  let  our  praises  ceaseless  flow !        allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 6  4' 4.  Oakham.  Italian  Hymn. 
God  praised  for  his  Mercy. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God  above, 
Exhaustless  source  of  love 

In  ages  past  ; 
His  word  is  ever  sure. 
His  mercy  shall  endure, 
And  good  men  shall  assure. 

While  time  shall  last. 

2  Who  can  his  deeds  express. 
Mighty  and  numberless. 

His  deeds  of  grace  ? 
The  holy  seers  of  old 
Did  in  dim  sketch  unfold 
His  scheme  of  love  untold 

In  Jesus'  face. 

aff  3  O  Lord !  how  blest  are  they, 
Who  all  thy  laws  obey, 

And  mercy  know  ? — 
As  Thou  didst  set  them  free. 
In  mercy  visit  me, 
Give  me  true  liberty. 

And  joy  bestow! 

4  Thy  people's  hope  and  weal 
Unto  my  soul  reveal 

In  thy  great  love ! 


PSALM  107.  243 

Then  I  with  them  shall  rise, 
In  sweet  and  glad  surprise. 
To  dwell  in  yonder  skies, — 

In  heav'n  above  !  allen. 


107.    First  Ver.— L.  M.  Xotfaway.  Rothwell 
Israel  led  to  Canaan. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God : — He  reigns  above  ; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts  ;  his  name  is  love  ; 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known. 

And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  In  their  distress  when  Israel  cried, 
God  was  their  Savior  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  march  far  wand'ring  round  ; 
'T  was  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 

3  So,  when  our  first  release  we  gain 
From  sin's  own  yoke  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  a  desert  to  pass  through, 
AVith  perils,  such  as  Israel  knew. 

4  God  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps,  lest  we  stray  ; 

mf      He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand. 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land ! 

5  O,  let  us  then  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
How  great  his  works?  How  kind  his  ways? — 
f        Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praise !    watts. 

Seco-Xd  Versiox. — L.  M.  Bernard.  Appleton, 
JS'^ations  and  Individuals  corrected  for  Sin. 

mp  1  THE  prosp'rous  nation  is  brought  low. 
Affliction  bends  them  to  the  dust  ; 
Chasten 'd  for  sin,  they  bondage  know, 
And  find,  that  God  on  high  is  just. 

2  Proud  princes  sink  down  into  shame. 
And  wander  in  a  desert  path  ; 
Dishonoring  God's  holy  name, 
They  see  his  pow'r,  they  feel  his  wrath. 


244  PSALM  107. 

3  Yet  He  the  poor  doth  set  on  high, 
Their  troubles  and  their  griefs  removes  ; 
He  guards  them  with  his  watchful  eye, 
And  richly  blesses  them.  He  loves. 

4  For  this  shall  not  good  men  rejoice, 
And  scorners  shrink  in  shame  away? 

mf      O,  praise  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice, 

And  all  his  holy  laws  obey!  allen. 

Third  Version. — L.  M.  Walton.    Vxbridge. 
God  punishing  and  reioarding. 

1  RIVERS  into  a  wilderness, 

The  water-springs  into  dry  ground, 

A  fruitful  land  to  barrenness 

The  Lord  doth  change,  where  sins  abound. 

2  The  wilderness  into  a  pool, 

The  dry  ground  into  water-springs. 
Clear,  as  the  crystal,  deep  and  cool, — 
He  changeth,  when  his  love  He  brings. 

3  And  there  He  makes  the  hungry  dw^ell, 
That  they  a  city  fair  may  build  ; — 
Their  fields  and  vineyards,  nurtured  well, 
The  fruits  of  increase  amply  yield. 

mf  4  O,  that  each  desert  heart  might  know 

The  renovating  pow'r  of  God ! 

That  streams  of  life  o'er  earth  might  flow, 
fF        And  spread  salvation's  joys  abroad!         allen* 

Fourth  Version. — 75.    Wihnol  Kimball,, 
Praise  to  God  for  his  Faithfulness. 
mf  1  PRAISE  the  Lord,  for  He  is  good  ; 
Firmly  has  his  mercy  stood. 
And  his  promise  is  secure  ; — 
Firm  his  mercy  shall  endure. 

—  2  Say,  ye  ransom'd  of  the  Lord, 

Who  have  knowni  his  faithful  word,— 
Is  his  promise  insecure  ? 
Fails  his  mercy  to  endure.^ 

3  Once  ye  stray'd  in  desert  wide  ; — 
Fainting,  to  the  Lord  ye  cried  ; 


PSALM  107.  246 

Then  the  Lord  rebuk'd  your  grief, 
And  his  mercy  brought  relief. 

mf  4  0,  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord 
For  his  good  and  faithful  word, 
For  his  works  of  grace  and  love, 
Leading  men  to  heav'n  above  !         allen. 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.  St.  Martin's.  Mear, 
The  Sailor's  Psalm. 

1  SEAMEN,  who  plough  the  wat'ry  field, 
And  ocean  harvest  reap, 

Oft  see  the  pow'r  of  God  reveal'd. 
When  tempests  lash  the  deep. 

2  The  gallant  ship,  in  proud  array, 
Spreads  her  white  wings  and  flies  ; 
O'er  the  l^lue  desert  steers  her  way, 
Beneath  unclouded  skies. 

3  But  soon  she  feels  the  raging  gale  ; — 
mf      Dark  clouds  rush  through  the  air, 

Fierce  dashing  waves  her  strength  assail, 
And  fearful  lightnings  glare  ! 

—  4  She  mounts  on  mighty  wave  so  steep. 

Her  topmast  strikes  the  sky  ; — 

>       Then  down  she  plunges  in  the  deep. 

Where  unknown  monsters  lie. 

—  5  The  shipmen  reel  now  to  and  fro, 

As  heaving  billows  rock  ; 

Their  hopeless  eyes  around  they  throw, 

And  dread  the  whelming  shock. 

mf  6  But  there  is  One,  whose  arm  can  quell 
The  rage  of  foaming  wave. 
Whose  word  can  hush  the  tempest's  yell. 
And  from  dark  ruin  save !  allen. 

Sixth  Versiox. — C.  M.  St.  Martin's.  Mear. 
The  Sailor^s  Psalm. 
mf  1  TO  God,  who  rides  the  storm  in  might. 
Who  thunders  from  the  sky, 
Who  launches  forth  the  bolts  of  light. 
And  lifts  the  l)illows  high,— 
21* 


246  PSALM   107. 

—  2  To  Him  the  shipmen,  in  their  grief^ 

Their  earnest  pray'r  address, — 
aff      ^'Save  us,  0  Lord!  O  give  relief, 
And  bring  from  deep  distress !  " 

—  3  God  hears  their  cry  ; — and  straight  the  roar 

>  Of  howling  tempest  dies  ; — 

>-       The  swelling  surges  dash  no  more, — 
mp      Sweet  blushes  tinge  the  skies. 

4  O,  what  a  breathing  time  is  then! 
When  sea,  like  infant,  sleeps, 

mf      And  glorious  sun  shines  forth  again ! — 
' —      The  ship  her  course  soon  keeps. 

5  The  fav'ringwind  swells  ev'ry  sail, 
But  storms  no  more  annoy  ; — 

At  last  their  port  the  seamen  hail, 
And  enter  it  with  joy ! 

6  Seamen !  praise  God  ;  and  ev'ry  day 
Your  course  to  heav'n  shape  well  ; 
Nor  give  the  raging  passions  sway, 

mp      Which  wreck  the  soul  in  hell.  allen. 

Sevexth  Ver. — S.  M.   Westminster.  St.  Thomas. 

The  Seaman'' s  Psalm. 

1  AS  ocean-trav'llers  free 
Their  untrod  path-way  keep. 

The  mighty  works  of  God  they  see. 
His  wonders  in  the  deep. 

2  For  at  his  word  the  wind 
mf      Doth  lift  his  angry  voice: — 

God  doth  the  raging  storm  unbind. 
Then  crested  waves  rejoice  ! 

3  Up  to  the  sky  they're  borne, 

>  Then  to  the  deep  plung'd  low  ; 

mp      With  dark  despair  their  heart  is  torn, 
Now  reeling  to  and  fro ! 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  cry. 
Mid  all  their  sad  affright, 

mf      And  God  doth  hear  them  in  the  sky, 
And  saves  them  by  his  might ! 


PSALM  107.  24H 

>   5  He  speaks  ; — the  storm  is  still ; — 
p         The  waves  sleep,  as  a  child : 
wf      And  0,  what  joy  the  seamen  fill, 
Losing  their  terrors  wild? 

—  6  Now  soon  the  favVing  breeze 

Doth  swell  their  full-spread  sail  ; 
They  swiftly  sweep  along  the  seas. 
And  soon  their  haven  hail! 

7  0,  that  these  men  would  praise 
Th'  Almighty  Pow'r  above. 
And,  while  their  grateful  songs  they  raiso, 
Their  God  would  fear  and  love !         allen. 


Eighth  Version. — 7s.  Prentiss,  Kimball, 
The  Seaman's  Psalm. 

i  THEY,  who  ocean's  path-way  keep, 
See  God's  wonders  in  the  deep : — 
He  comm'ands  the  stormy  wind. 
And  the  tempest  doth  unbind ! 

^  Darkest  clouds  o'erspread  the  skyj 
And  the  rushing  storm  is  nigh ! 
Ah,  how  vain  is  human  power 
In  the  raging  tempest's  hour? 

3  Guideless  now  their  ship  is  driven ! 
Now  upborne  aloft  to  heaven, 
Then  they  plunge  with  dipping  prow 
>       In  the  dark  abyss  below ! 

f     4  Loud  the  tempest  lifts  his  voice, 
Deep-ton'd  is  the  ocean's  noise: — 

p         Who  can  clear  the  stormy  night? 
Who  can  quell  the  ocean's  might? 

—  5  Now  to  God  they  lift  their  cry 

And  He  brings  salvation  nigh: 
p         Calm  succeeds  the  ocean's  roar, 
And  the  tempest  howls  no  more.* 

—  6  Then  the  fav'ring  gales  arise. 

And  their  haven  meets  their  eyesl-^ 
Let  them  enter,  Lord !  most  blest, 
Haven  of  eternal  rest  ? 


248  PSALM  107. 

7  0,  that  men  ^Yould  praise  the  Lord 
For  his  love  and  faithful  word ! 
O,  that  they,  who  plough  the  deep. 
Might  his  holy  statutes  keep !  allen. 

Ninth  Version. — H.  M.  Harwich,   Stoio. 
God  punishing  and  rewarding. 

1  BEHOLD  the  works  of  God ! 
When  men  in  sin  abound, 
He  dries  the  rivers  broad, 
And  curses  all  the  ground: 

In  land,  once  atfluent  with  good. 
In  vain  the  guilty  search  for  food. 

2  But,  when  from  sin  they  turn, 
Then  bursting  founts  behold ! 
Then  murm'ring  rills  return, 
Green  spring,  and  autumn's  gold  ; 

mf      Then  all  the  land  is  filPd  with  joy. 

And  grateful  songs  each  tongue  employ. 

—       3  In  peace  the  hungry  dwell. 

And  sow  the  soften'd  field : 

The  vineyards  fragrant  smell. 

And  fruits  profusely  yield : 
There's  none,  who  cries  for  want  of  bread, 
Abundance  o'er  the  land  is  spread. 

4  Thus  wise  men  learn  aright 

The  kindness  of  the  Lord: 
mp  A  home  of  sweet  delight 

Is  theirs,  who  keep  his  word ! 
And  they  a  lasting  home  shall  know. 
Where  streams  of  heav'nly  joy  do  flow !  allen, 

Tenth  Version. — 6  Sc  9.  Roivley. 
Praise  to  God  for  his  wonderful  Works. 

I  0  GIVE  thanks  to  the  Lord, 
For  He's  true  to  his  word, 

And  his  mercy  forever  endures  I 
Let  the  ransom'd  say  so. 
Whom  He  sav'd  from  the  foe, 

And  whose  safety  his  mercy  ensures. 


J 


PSALM   108.  249 

2  All  unguided  by  star, 
Tliey  did  wander  afar  ;   ' 

In* the  wilderness  was  their  lone  way  ; 
Then  with  hunger  and  thirst, 
Where  no  streams  did  outburst, 
Lo,  their  soul  was  o'erwhelm'd  with  dismay. 

S  And  in  grief  they  did  cry 
To  Jehovah  on  high. 

And  He  sav'd  them  from  all  their  distress  ; 
He  did  lead  them  aright. 
And  He  gave  them  delight 

In  the  city,  his  presence  doth  bless, 

4  0,  ye  men,  give  ye  praise ! 
And  with  gratitude  raise 

Of  your  songs  unto  God  the  glad  sound  j 
Both  below  and  above 
For  his  wonders  of  love 

Gladly  spread  his  high  praises  around! 

ALLEN", 


108.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Baltimore,  Rothicelh 
Praise  to  God, 

1  MY  joyful  heart  exults  in  Thee, 

My  tongue.  0  God  thy  praise  shall  sound. 
With  stringed  harp's  loud  melody, 
And  send  thy  name  in  songs  around ! 

2  Thy  mercy  great  unto  the  skies, 

Thy  truth's  pure  radiance,  like  the  light. 
Thy  glories,  beaming  on  our  eyes, 
Our  souls  extol  with  sweet  delight, 

3  Be  Thou  exalted,  O  our  God! 

Above  the  heav'ns,  which  show  thy  power  ; 
Let  thy  great  name  be  spread  abroad, 
And  all  earth's  millions  Thee  adore ! 

f     4  Go  forth, — Redeemer  of  the  world! 

That  we  triumphant  shouts  may  raise ! 

Let  idols  from  their  seats  be  hurPd, 

And  all  the  earth  thy  glory  praise  !         jlllen- 


250  PSALM  108,    109. 

Second  Version. — 75.   Kimball.    TVilmot. 

Praise  to  God. 
1  LORD,  I  have  a  ready  tongue, 
Quick  to  sing,  and  give  Thee  praise  ; 
uif      Wake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  song  ; 
Harp !  thy  notes  of  honor  raise  ! 

aff  2  Early,  Lord,  I  will  awake  ; 
Gladly  praise  thy  holy  name  ; 
All  the  people  I  will  make 
Praise  to  hear,  which  I  proclaim. 

3  For  thy  goodness,  Lord,  is  great, 
Reaching  to  the  heav'ns  on  high. 
And  thy  truth,  which  sinners  hate, 
Reacheth  far  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Save,  0  Lord,  with  thy  risht  hand, 
Those,  whom  Thou  dost  freely  love  ; 
Let  them  keep  thy  just  command. 

Guide  Thou  them  to  heav'n  above!     allen. 


PSALM  109— C.  P.  M.   Xoru-ay.  Foster, 
Christ's  Prayer  and  Exaltation. 

1  "I  LOVD  them,  but  my  life  they  sought  ; 
Against  me  without  cause  they  fought, 

And  hatred  gave  for  love  ; 
Yet  for  my  murderers  I  prayed. 
And  by  mV  blood  God's  vengeance  stayed, — 

His  judgments  from  above. 

2  "I  said, — Lord,  hear  my  bitter  cry. 
Let  thy  redeeming  hand  be  nigh. 

To  bring  me  from  my  wo  ; 
That  man  may  see  thy  wondrous  pow'r, 
And  hope  for  mercy's  joyful  hour, 

And  thy  salvation  know !  " 

3  Thus  Jesus  pray'd,  nor  pray'd  in  vain, 
For,  though  He'died,  He  liv'd  again, 

mf  And  lives  forevermore  ; 

He  rose  triumphant  from  the  grave. 
And  ever  reigns  with  pow'r  to  save! — 

Savior!  we  Thee  adore!        allen. 


PSALM  110.  251 

1 10.  First  Version. — L.  M.  .^pphton,  Duke  Sir. 
.^^essiah's  Power. 
M     1  THUS  the  eternal  Father  spake 

To  Christ,  the  Son,  '-Ascend,  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  '-From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed  ; 
Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand. 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed. 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

S  "That  day  shall  show,  thy  pow'r  is  great, 
When  saints  shall  liock  with  willing  miucLs, 
And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate. 
Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines!-' 

mf  4  0  blessed  pow'r,  0  glorious  day ! 
What  a  large  vi^t-ry  shall  ensue  r 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey. 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew!       watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Btverhj.   Dcdham. 
Christ's  Kin gd 0771  a7id  Priesthood. 
i»    1  JESUS,  our  Lord!  ascend  thy  throne. 
And  near  thy  Father  sit  ; 
In  Zion  shall  thy  pow'r  be  kno\M35 
And  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  Jesus,  our  Priest,  forever  lives. 
To  plead  for  us  above : 
Jesus,  our  King,  forever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

3  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
And  his  high  throne  maintain  ; 

Shall  strike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign.  watts. 

Third  Version — H.  M.  Harwich.    Stow. 
Christ  a  King  a7id  Priest. 
m(       1   AT  God's  right  hand,  behold, — 
Triumphant  from  the  dead. 
O'er  all  things  made  the  head. — ^ 
Jesus  his  seat  doth  hold: 


252  PSALM  110. 

And  He  his  word  will  wide  extend. 
His  rod  of  strength,  to  earth's  far  end! 

—  2  In  holiness  arrayed. 

Made  willing  by  his  voice,  _ 

His  people  will  rejoice, —  I 

By  them  his  grace  displayed  ; 
And  they  more  nmiiVous  to  the  view, 
Than  crystal  drops  of  morning  dew ! 
mf      3  0, spread  Christ's  name  abroad! 
mp  A  Priest,  whose  blood  was  spilt. 

He  expiates  our  guilt, 
And  pleads  for  us  with  God ! 
mf      Praise  Him !  for  once  He  drank,  we  know, 

—  For  us  of  turbid  stream  of  wo !  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 75.   Soidhampton.  KimbalL 
The  Messiah^s  Power  and  Kingdom. 
i»     1  GOD  hath  said  to  Zion's  King, 
'^At  my  right  hand  take  thy  seat, 
Till  subjected  I  shall  bring 
All  thy  foes  low  at  thy  feet. 

2  '^Out  of  Zion  goes  the  word. 
Sceptre  of  thy  conqu'ring  might  ; 
Rule  amidst  thy  foes  the  Lord ! 
On  the  darkness  pour  the  light ! 

3  *^Lo,  thy  subjects  shall  arise, 
More  than  conqu'ring  kings  e'er  knew, 
Num'rous  shall  they  meet  thine  eyes, 
As  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

4  "Thou  art  kingly  Priest  fore'er. 
King  of  righteousness  and  peace  ; 
All  the  kings  thy  pow'r  shall  fear  ; 
Wide  thy  kingdom  shall  increase. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  with  victor's  look 
All  thy  foes  discomfited  ; 
Drmking  in  the  way  the  brook. 
Thou  shalt,  conqu'ring,  lift  thy  head  !  "  allen. 

Fifth  Version. — 6  4' 4.    Oakham.   Italian  Hymn, 
Converts  to  Christ, 
n    1  TRIUMPHANT  from  the  dead. 
O'er  all  is  Christ  the  head  : 


PSALM  111.  N  253 

Him  we  adore ! 
From  Zion  shall  extend 
To  earth's  remotest  end 
The  word,  which  He  doth  send, — 

His  rod  of  power ! 

2  Made  willing  by  his  voice. 
His  people  will  rejoice, 

In  virtue  bright,—^ 
More  num'rous  to  the  view, 
Than  crystal  drops  of  dew, 
Decking  each  leaf's  green  hue 

By  morning's  light. 

3  A  Priest,  whose  blood  was  spilt, 
He  expiates  our  guilt, 

And  pleads  with  God  ; 
For  us  He  drank  of  wo, 
Which  in  his  way  did  flow  ; 
His  name  through  earth  below 

Is  spread  abroad !  allen. 


111.    First  Versiox. — CM.    Santee,  Marloxu, 
God's  Works, 
n    1  SONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
To  my  almighty  God; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  He  my  tongue 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works,  his  hand  hath  ^\T0ught.^ 
How  glorious  in  our  sight  ? 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

—  S  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies 

Thy  heav'nly  skill  proclaim: 
mp      What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise. 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

^^  4  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  trust  thy  grace 
Is  our  divinest  skill  ; 
And  he's  the  wisest  of  our  race, 
Who  best  obeys  thy  will !  watts. 

9> 


254  PSALM  111. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Dedham.  May^loxc, 

God's  Works  and  Mercy. 

»f    1  GREAT  is  the  Lord  ;   his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  noblest  songs ! 
Let  his  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  his  children  food. 
And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word. 
He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  seal  his  cov'nant  sure  ; — 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name  ; — 
His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

4  They,  who  would  grow  divinely  wise^ 
Will  fear  the  Lord  and  love  ; — 

mf      From  men  let  ceaseless  praises  rise 

To  God,  supreme  above!  watts. 

Third   Version.— S.  M.  St,  Thomas.   Olmufz, 
God^s  Works  of  Power  and  Mercy ^ 
n    1  THE  works  of  God  are  great. 
And  glorious  to  the  eye; 
On  them  his  saints  will  meditate. 
And  ponder  them  with  joy. 

2  His  wondrous  works  He  made 
To  be  remember'd  well : 

In  brightest  majesty  arrayed, — 
His  glory  who  can  tell? 

3  His  ways  are  true  and  right. 
All  his  commandments  sure  ; 

His  word  pours  out  its  cheering  light. 
And  ever  shall  endure. 

mp  4  His  gospel  speaks  of  love, — 

mf      Salvation  from  on  high, — 

Of  Jesus,  coming  from  above 

To  bring  redemption  nigh  !  allen. 


I 


PSALM  112.  253 

112.  First  Versiox. — L.  M.  Hebron.    Ward, 
Blessedness  of  the  Pious  and  Charitable. 
If     I  THRICE  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  liis  coininands,  and  trusts  his  word! 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  blessings  to  his  seed  descend. 

2  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind. 
To  works  of  mercy  still  inclined  ; 
He  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  spread. 
That  till  his  neighbors  round  with  dread. 
His  heart  is  arm'd  against  the  fear, 

mf      For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there ! 

n    4  His  soul,  well  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 

Drawls  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word: 

Amidst  the  darkness  light  shall  rise 

To  cheer  his  heart,  and  bless  liis  eyes!    witts* 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Hebron.    JVard. 
Blessedness  of  the  Good  Man^ 
M     1  THAT  man  is  blest,  who  stands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  liis  sacred  law  ; 
His  seed  on  earth  shall  l^e  renown'd. 
And  with  successive  honors  crown'd. 

2  His  house,  the  seat  of  wealth,  shall  be 
An  inexhausted  treasury  ; 

His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  bestow, 
His  glory's  future  harvest  sow. 

3  The  soul,  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
>       Shines  brightest  in  alfliction's  night ; — 
p        The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just 

>■       Shall  flourish,  when  he  sleeps  in  dust.      tate. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.    Corinth.  Dedham, 
Blessedness  of  the  Good  Man. 
1  HAPPY  is  he,  who  fears  the  Lord, 
And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 


^56  PSALM   112. 

mp  2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 
To  all  the  sons  of  need, 

—  So  God  shall  answer  his  request 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 
His  well  establish'd  mind  ; 

His  soul  to  God.  his  refuge,  flies. 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 

mf  <  Honor  on  earth  and  joys  above 

Shall  be  his  sure  reward!  watts. 

Fourth  Version.- — H.  M.  Harwich,  Stoto, 
Blessings  upon  the  Righteous* 
If        1  YE  people,  praise  the  Lord ! 
The  man,  who  stands  in  awe. 
And  trembles  at  God's  word, 
And  keeps  his  holy  law, 
Is  now  and  shall  be  ever  blest, 
For  God's  rich  mercies  on  him  rest  ? 

—  2  His  children,  too^  shall  share 

A  blessing  from  on  high  ; 

The  Lord's  paternal  care 

To  thein  is  ever  nigh:-^ 
The  race  of  holy  men  and  good 
Shall  ne'er  be  swept  by  vengeful  flood* 

3  The  soul,  renew'd^  upright. 
Escapes  the  sinner's  doom, 
-<  And  sees  a  cheering  light 

>  In  sorrow's  deepest  gloom  ; — 

mf      His  deeds  of  kindness  and  of  love 

Draw  down  God's  blessings  from  above ! 

ALLEN. 

Fifth  Version. — H.  M.  Harwich.  Stow, 
The  upright  Man  blessed. 
ff        1  HE'S  blest,  who  stands  in  awe, 
And  keeps  God's  holy  law  ; 
His  children  too  shall  share 
The  Lord's  paternal  care  ; 


PSALM   113,    114.  2^57 

Riche?  to  him  the  Lord  assures  ; 
His  righteousness  tbre'er  endures. 

2  The  soul,  upright,  renew'd, 
With  faith  and  love  endued, 
In  sorrow's  darkest  night 
Beholds  a  heav'nly  light: — 

Thus  gladden 'd  in  the  deepest  gloom, 
This  man  ne'er  meets  the  sinner's  doom. 

3  His  charities,  wide  spread, 
Bring  blessings  on  his  head  ; 
His  righteousness  unmoved, — 
For  all  his  goodness  loved, — 

He  shall,  when  he  shall  come  to  die, 
Forever  dwell  in  von  blue  skv  !         allen. 


PSALM  113.— S.  :M.PtntonviUe.  PadcUngton. 
Exhortation  to  praise  God. 
mf  1  YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Your  God  on  high  extol, 
And  spread  his  name  and  praise  abroad, 

<  While  ceaseless  ages  roll ! 

—  2  From  eastern  dawn  of  light. 

To  where  the  sun  goes  down, 
Lift  ye  your  voice  in  pure  delight, 
And  all  God-s  mercies  own. 

m(  3  For  who  is  like  our  God, 

Enthron'd  in  heav'n  on  high, — 
His  glory  beaming  all  abroad 
In  dazzling  majesty  ? 

—  4  Yet  He  regards  the  poor. 

And  lifts  him  from  the  dust  ; 

<  And  He  will  bless  forevermore 

The  good  man  and  the  just!  allen. 


114.   First  Ver. — L.  3L  Baltimore,  Vxhridge, 

Miracles  of  Israel' s  Journey. 
»*    1  WHEN  Israel  march'd  from  Egypt's  land, 
Obedient  to  the  Lord's  command, 
22* 


258  PSALM  114. 

The  sea  disclos'd  a  passage  wide. 
And  Jordan  turn'd  his  flood  aside. 

2  What  aiPd  thee,  sea,  that  thou  in  dread 
Didst  leave  thy  dark  and  oozy  bed? 
What  aiPd  thee,  Jordan,  that  in  awe 
Thy  tide  rolPd  back,  'gainst  nature's  law? 

3  'T  was  God,  who  spake  the  mighty  w^ord  ; 
With  rev'rence  sea  and  river  heard  ; — 
Then  tremble,  earth,  before  the  might 

Of  God,  enthron'd  in  heav'nly  light ! 

4  Behold,  the  affrighted  mountains  quake, 
And  all  their  rock-crown 'd  summits  shake: 
They  trembled  at  his  presence  there, 
Where  thunders  did  his  name  declare. 

5  He  smote  the  rock  by  Moses'  rod, 
When  Israel  in  the  desert  trod. 

And  out  there  gush'd  the  living  stream  ; 

On  dying  men  the  waters  gleam!  allen. 

Second  Version. — 7s.  Kimball.  JWiremburg. 

[Exact  copy  of  parallelism  of  the  Hebrew.] 
God^s  Works  in  Behalf  of  Israel. 
II    1  WHEN  from  Egypt  Israel  came, 

Jacob's  house  from  chains  and  shame, 
Judah  was  God's  sacred  place, 
Israel  was  his  throne  of  grace. 

2  Then  the  sea  beheld  and  fled, 
Jordan  fell  back  tow'rds  its  head ! 
Then  the  mountains  leap'd  like  rams, 
Then  the  hills  too  skipp'd  like  lambs. 

3  Why,  O  sea,  fledd'st  thou  away.^ 
Jordan  too,  whence  thy  dismay.'' 
Whence,  ye  mountains,  snow-clad,  white, 
Whence,  ye  hills,  your  wild  aflfright.? 

4  Tremble,  earth !  before  the  Lord, 
At  the  God  of  Jacob's  word. 
Who  the  rock  to  pool  did  change, 
Flint  to  living  fount  most  strange. — 


PSALM  115.  259 

5  Jesus!  thron'd  in  pow'r  above, 
Greater  wonder  show  in  love : — 
From  each  flinty  heart  below 
Let  repenting  thoughts  outflow!  allen. 


115.  First  Ver.— S.  M.  Pentonville.  St.  Thorn. 

The   Vanity  of  Idols. 

1  NOT  unto  us  be  praise, 
But  glory,  Lord,  to  Thee ! 

The  honors  of  thy  truth  we  raise. 
Of  love  and  mercy  free ! 

2  They  ask,  ''Where's  now  your  God?" — 
mf      ''In  heav'n,"  our  lips  reply, 

"And  through  the  universe  abroad 
No  pow'r  can  his  defy  I" 

— •  3  Their  gods,  their  stone-he w'd  blocks, 
Were  cut  by  human  hand  ; 
So  weak,  they  cannot  bear  rude  shocks. 
But  fall  down  in  the  sand. 

4  With  mouths,  they  cannot  speak  ; 
With  eyes,  they  cannot  see  ; 

On  their  dull  ear  no  sounds  can  break. 
With  feet,  they  cannot  flee. 

5  0  stupid  worshippers ! — 
mf      Israel!  on  God  rely! 

He  grace,  and  strength,  and  joy  confers  ; — 
Your  help, — He's  ahvays  nigh!         allen. 

Second  Version. — 7s.  JVuremburg.  Kimball, 
Trust  in  God,  not  in  Idols. 
1  "WHERE'S  your  God.?"  the  heathen  cry  ; 
Firmly  do  our  lips  reply, 
mf       "God  in  heav'n  has  built  his  throne. 
Through  the  earth  his  will  is  done !" 

—  2  Vain  to  idol  gods  they  pray, 
Gods  of  silver,  gold,  and  clay. 
Who  to  loudest  pray'r  are  deaf, 
Who  can  give  no  glad  relief. 


260  PSALM  116. 

mf  3  Israel !  trust  thou  in  the  Lord  ; 

Make  your  shield  his  faithful  word  ; 
He  can  hear,  and  see,  and  bless, — 
He  can  save  in  righteousness ! 

—  4  All  God's  servants  are  most  blest, 

Destin'd  for  eternal  rest  ; 
f         Praise  your  God,  who  lives  and  reigns. 

Praise  Him  with  unceasing  strains !         allen. 


I 


116.  First  Ver. — C.  M.  Dundee.  Downs, 

Gratitude  for  Mercies. 

Aff  1  WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode. 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 

My  life,  which  Thou  hast  made  thy  care. 
Lord,  I  devote  to  Thee ! 

3  Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love  ; — 

From  Thee  I  ne'er  will  stray  again  ; 
Ne'er  shall  my  purpose  move. 

4  Here,  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow. 
And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 

mf      Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  forsake  the  Lord !  watts. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Olmntz.  Dover. 
Praise  for  Escape  from  Death. 

1  THE  Lord  hath  heard  my  voice, 
Therefore  I  love  his  name  ; 
In  Him  forever  I'll  rejoice, 
f         And  give  Him  loud  acclaim  I 

mp  2  Oppress'd  with  fear  of  death, 

To  Him  I  rais'd  my  cry  ; 
—       The  Lord  restor'd  my  fainting  breath. 

And  brought  deliv'rauce  nigh. 


PSALM   116.  261 

3  Return  now  to  thy  rest, 

My  soul,  well  nigh  o'erthro^\Ti ! 
Forever  let  the  Lord  be  ble.^t, 
Whose  mercy  thou  hast  kno^^^l. 

4  I'm  sav'd  now  from  my  fears. 
My  feet  from  slipp'ry  path. 

My  eyes  from  bitter  flowing  tears^ 
>        My  soul  from  endless  ^\Tath ! 

—  5  What  thanks,  then,  do  I  owe 

For  all  this  love  to  me? 
mf      I'll  pay,  0  Lord,  my  solemn  vow 

By  ceaseless  praise  to  Thee  !  allei^. 

Third  Version. — Gs.    Chaplin.  Alps, 
Recovery  from  Sickness. 
Aff  1  THE  Lord,  my  God,  I  love^ 
Who  bow'd  to  me  his  ear 
And  me  did  kindly  hear. 
And  sav'd  me  from  above : — 
I'll  pray,  0  Lord,  to  Thee, 
So  long,  as  life  shall  be  ! 

2  My  soul !  seek  now  thy  rest ! 
Restor'd  my  fainting  breath. 
And  brought  from  brink  of  death, — 
Thy  God  hath  made  thee  blest ! 
mf      Then  give  Him  grateful  praise. 
And  walk  in  his  right  ways ! 

aff  3  What  shall  I  render  Thee 

For  all  thy  wondi'ous  love. 
And  mercy  from  above, 
Pour'd  richly  dowm  on  me? 
mf      The  cup  of  joy  I'll  take, 

And  songs  of  praise  will  wake ! 

—  4  In  thee,  0  Salem  blest! 

Within  Jehovah's  house 

I'll  pay  my  solemn  vows, 
To  Him  in  wo  address'd:— 
My  soul,  from  bonds  set  free^ 
aff      I  yield,  6  Lord,  to  Thee!  illen. 


262  PSALM  117. 

117.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Mendon.  Old  Handred- 

Exhortation  to  praise  God. 
f      1  FROM  all,  who  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

—  2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies.  Lord  ; 
mf       Eternal  truth  attends  thy  w^ord: 

f         Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 

Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more !        watts. 

Second  Ver. — L.  ]M.  Arnhehn.  Old  HuKidred. 

The  jYations  exhorted  to  praise  God. 

f     1  0  COME,  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord! 
For  fii^m  as  mountains  is  his  word, 
And  naught  our  confidence  shall  shame ! 
Come,  all  ye  people,  praise  his  name ! 

—  2  Great  is  his  kindness  and  his  love: — 

Forever  shines  his  truth  above, 
mf      And  faithful  is  his  word  of  power: — 
f         0,  praise  Jehovah  evermore!  allen. 

Third  Versiox. — C.  M.  TaUls  Chant,  Marloio. 
Praise  to  God. 

mf  1  YE  nations,  once  in  darkest  night, 
Now  cheer'd  by  glorious  beams. 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  who  gives  you  light, 
Whose  radiant  truth  outgleams ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  love  are  great. 
And  firm  his  faithful  word  ; 
f         Ye  nations,  then,  with  joy  elate, 

In  songs  extol  the  Lord!  allen. 

Fourth  Ver. — S.  M.  Westminster.  Silvc}'  Street, 
The  JVations  called  to  praise  God. 

f     1  O,  COME,  Jehovah  praise, 
Extol  his  glorious  name  ; 
Your  grateful  songs,  ye  nations,  raise. 
And  all  his  works  proclaim ! 


PSALM   117.  263 

p     2  How  wonderful  his  love? 

—  How  sure  his  faithful  word? 

f         Forever  shines  his  truth  above: 

ff        Ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord !  allen. 

Fifth  Ver. — P.  M.  Hymn,  -'The  Lordis  great,^^ 

Praise  to  God. 
f      1  THE  Lord  is  great,  O  praise  Him,  every  nation! 
O  praise  Him  in  your  songs  of  joy; 
Let  praise  to  God  for  all  his  great  salvation 
All  people's  lips  and  hearts  employ  I 

p     2  His  grace  flows  freely  from  ten  thousand  fountains, 

—  As  sun's  pure  light  shines  free  abroad  ; 

f<       His  truth  is  firmer,  than  the  rock-built  mountains: 

ff        Then  Hallelujah  sing  aloud!  allen. 

Sixth  Version? . — 75.  Kimball .  JVilmot. 
The  A'^ationa  exhorted  to  praise  God. 

f     1  SING,  ye  nations,  songs  of  joy, 

Hymns  of  praise  to  God  on  high  ; 
<C>  Firm  as  mountain-rocks  his  word  ; 
f         Sure  the  promise  of  the  Lord ! 

mp  2  Bright  his  beams  of  truth  and  love, 

Great  his  mercy  from  above  ! 
f         People  of  the  Earth!  proclaim 
flf        All  the  glories  of  his  name  I  allen. 

Seventh  Version. — 10<S)'ll.    Warrenton,   Lijons. 
Praise  to  God. 

f     10,  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  ye  nations  around  ; 

With  joy,  all  ye  people,  praise  his  great  name; 
mp      To  us  do  his  mercies  and  kindness  abound, 

His  truth,  it  is  always  unchang'd  and  the  same! 

f     2  0,  praise  ye  the  Lord  for  wonders  of  love 

And  glorious  displays  of  infinite  power! 

O,  praise  the  Redeemer,  who  came  from  above, 
p<      Who  died  for  us  once,  but  who  lives  evermore! 

ALLEX. 


264  PSALM  118. 

118.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Rothioell.    Walton, 
Hosanna  to  Christ. 
H    1  JLO,  what  a  glorious  Corner-Stone 
The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse  I 
But  God  hath  built  his  Church  thereon 
In  spite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine. 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes ! 
This  is  the  day,  that  proves  it  thine. 
The  day,  that  saw  our  Savior  rise. 

3  By  grateful  saints  his  praise  be  spread  ; 
mf      Hosanna !  let  his  name  be  blest  | 

A  thousand  honors  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  rest ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  He  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 

f         Let  the  whole  church  address  their  King 

With  hearts  of  joy  and  songs  of  praise!  watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  Marlow.  Coventry. 
Christ  the  Foundation  of  the  Church, 
li    I  BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation  stone. 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays. 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

3  The  builders,  foolish  and  unblest. 
Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
mf      Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
>       And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

-^  3  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstand  .'* 

Yet  shall  this  building  rise  : 
mf      Rear'd,  Lord,  by  thine  almighty  hand, 

'Tis  wondrous  in  our  eyes!  watts. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  Howard.  Colchester^ 
The  Lord^s  Day. 
\  THIS  is  the  day,  the  Lord  hath  made. 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
By  all  on  earth  let  praise  be  paid. 
And  all  around  his  throne. 


PSALM  118.  265 

2  To  day  He  rose  and  left  the  dead, 
And  Satan's  empire  fell  ; 

To  day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Blest  be  the  Lord,  from  heav'n  who  came 
With  messages  of  grace  ; 

Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

4  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son ! 

Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne ! 

f     5  Hosanna  in  the  loudest  strains, 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heav'ns,  in  which  He  reigns, 
Shall  give  Him  nobler  praise !  watts. 

Fourth  Versiox. — S.  BI.   St,  TJiomas,  Dover, 
Salvation  hy  Christ. 
II    1  SEE,  what  a  living  Stone 
The  builders  did  refuse  ! 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry'  priest 
Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
mf      Yet  on  this  Rock  shall  Zion  rest 
As  the  chief  corner-stone  ! 

—  3  The  work,  0  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine. 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise ! 

mf  4  This  is  the  glorious  day. 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray  ; 

Let  grateful  praise  be  paid ! 

f     5  Hosanna  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood! 
Bless  Him,  ye  saints,  He  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God !  watts. 

23 


266  PSALM  118. 

Fifth  Ver.—S.  M.  St.  Thomas,   Silver  Street 
Christ  the  Foundation  of  the  Church, 
»»    1  SEE,  what  a  glorious  Stone 
The  builders  did  despise, — 
Jesus,  the  Christ,  God's  only  Son, 
Descended  from  the  skies ! 

2  Yet  on  this  rock  is  placed, — 
This  corner  stone  well  tried, — 
Zion's  broad  temple  undefaced, 
Which  shames  each  house  of  pride. 

mf<  3  Still  higher  shall  it  rise. 
Expanding  in  extent, 
Till  it  shall  greet  all  human  eyes 
In  joyful  wonderment ! 

f     4  Then  shall  one  temple-song 

Sound  from  all  lips  abroad. 

One  song  from  earth's  uncounted  throng, 
fF        One  song  of  praise  to  God !  allen. 

Sixth  Version. — 6s.  Chaplin.  Mps, 
Praise  to  God. 
mf  1  GIVE  thanks  unto  the  Lord, 

And  come  in  rapt'rous  mood 
To  praise  Him,  who  is  good, 
And  faithful  to  his  word : — 
Let  Israel  now  say. 
His  mercy  lasts  for  aye ! 

—  2  Within  the  good  man's  tent 

You  hear  a  gladsome  voice. 

For  He  doth  e'er  rejoice 
In  mercies  to  him  sent: — 
Thy  own  right  hand  of  might, 
O  Lord,  his  foes  shall  smite. 

3  On  failing  vision,  dim, 

God  shed  his  splendors  great ; — 
Then  ope  to  me  his  gate. 
To  render  praise  to  Him : 
mf      'Tis  God,  who  light  doth  show ! 
f         Let  praise,  then,  ceaseless  flow !        allen. 


1 


PSALM  119.  267 

119.    First  Versio.v. — L.  M.  Hebron.  JVard, 

Love  to  God's  IVord. 
•ff  1  O,  HOW  I  love  thy  law,  0  Lord, 

And  ponder  on  thy  precious  word? 

From  this  full  fount  of  light  and  love 

I  draw  the  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Thy  word, — a  lamp  of  purest  light, 
Outbeaming  on  the  darksome  night, — 
Shall  guide'me,  lest  my  feet  should  stray, 
And  lead  me  in  the  heav'nward  way. 

3  O,  how  I  love  thy  holy  word? 

What  joys  and  hopes  thy  truths  afford? 
Not  honey  to  my  mouth  so  sweet. 
As  some  surefpromise,  which  I  meet! 

4  As  rainbow  bird,  'mid  beauteous  flowers, 
Roves  and  each  nectar  cup  explores, 

So  to  thy  op'ning  truths  I  haste, 

And  food  of  heav'n  in  wonder  taste !         illen. 

Seco.vd  Versiox. — C.  M.  Medjield.  Dedham. 
Instruction  frorn  Scripture. 

1  HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin? 

Thy  word  the  choicest  rule  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind. 
It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 

The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'T  is,  like  the  sun,  a  heav'nly  light, 
That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 

And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

mf  4  Thy  word  is^everlasting  truth ! 

mp      How  pure  is  every  page  ? 

—      That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 

And  well  support  our  age.  watts. 


268  PSALM   119. 

Third  Versiox. — C.  ISl.^Meriden.  Warwick. 

Delight  in  the  Scriptures.  I 

Aff  1  0,  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law !  " 

'T  is  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
My  soul  \\*ith  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord! 

S  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage? 
How  well  employ  my  tongue  ? 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage 
<       Yields  me  a  heav'nly  song!  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.    St.  Martinis.  Irish. 
Perfection  of  Scripture. 

1  LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
To  form  one  perfect  book  ; — 
Great  God!  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  \^Titings  look? 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules,  they  gave, 
Could  show  one  sin  forgiven, 
Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave  ; — 
But  thine  conduct  to  heaven ! 

3  I've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 
Perfection  here  below  ; 
How  short  the  pow'rs  of  natm'e  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God 
By  works,  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'rj-  grace 
Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  onlv  with  the  Lord.  watts. 


PSALM  119.  i 

Fifth  Version — C.  M.  Dedham.  Litchfield, 
Value  of  the  Bible. 

1  LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
My  lasting  heritage  ; 

mf      There  shall  my  noblest  pow'rs  rejoice. 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage ! 

—  2  I'll  read  the  histories  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

pif  S  'T  is  a  broad  land,  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  springs  of  life  arise. 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown. 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

pip  4  The  best  relief,  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest  ; 
mf      Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
>       And  our  eternal  rest!  watts. 

Sixth  Version. — C,  M.  Melrose.    TVinier, 
Breathing  after  Holiness. 
Aff  1  0,  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  0,  send  thy  Spirit  down,— =to  write 
Thy  lavr  upon  my  heart  ; 

No  slanders  let  my  tongue  indite, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 
Let  no  corrupt  design, 

Nor  covetous  desires  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word. 
And  make  my  heart  sincere : 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray. 
My  feet  too  often  slip  ; 

23* 


270  PSALM  119. 

Yet,  since  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wand'ring  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  ; 
'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
mf      Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands 

Offend  against  my  God.  watts. 

Seventh  Version. — C.  M.  Howard,   Dundee, 
Holy  Resolutions. 

1  O,  THAT  thy  statutes  ev'ry  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  power. 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts.  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 

mf      My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  thy  word  ; 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy ! 

—  3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 

From  sin's  and  Satan's  hateful  bands, 

And  set  my  feet  at  large  ?  watts. 

Eighth  Ver. — S.  M.   Westminster.  St,  Thomas, 
God^s  Word  a  Light. 

1  THY  word  is  to  my  feet 

A  lamp  of  brightest  beams, 

A  light,  that  in  my  path  I  meet, 

Which  in  thick  darkness  gleams. 

2  My  vows  I  will  perform, 
Thy  holy  laws  to  keep, 

Nor  sin  amid  affliction's  storm, 
When  toss'd  on  boist'rous  deep. 

S  Though  sinners  lay  a  snare, 
And  spread  a  net  for  me  ; 
mf      Yet  shall  thy  word  and  watchful  care 
My  glad  deliv'rance  be ! 

—  4  My  soul  thy  law  reveres, 

And  loves  thy  precepts  sage, 
mf      And  they  shall  be,  through  endless  years, 
My  joy  and  heritage !  allen. 


PSALM   119.  271 

Ninth  Ver. — 75.  (v.  1-8.)  Lincoln.  PleyeVs  Hymn. 
Happiness  of  the  Righteous. 

1  BLEST  are  men  of  lives  upright, 
Who  the  law  of  God  observe. 
Keep  his  statutes  with  delight, 
And  from  Him  do  never  swerve  ! 

2  Blest  the  men  of  fervent  prayer, 
Seeking  God  with  their  whole  heart, 
Shunning  error's  paths  with  care. 
And  who  ne'er  from  Him  depart. 

Aff  3  Lord !  my  steps  I  pray  Thee  guide  5 
Keep  me  in  thy  perfect  way  ; 
Then  my  steps  shall  never  slide, 
Nor  my  soul  e'er  meet  dismay. 
4  Thee  I'll  praise  with  heart  sincere. 
When  I've  learn'd  thy  righteous  word: 
Thy  pure  laws  will  I  revere  ; — 
Me  forsake  not,  0  my  Lord !  allen. 

Tenth  Ver.— 75.  (v.  9-16.)  Lincoln.  PleyeVs  H. 
Instruction  from  Scripture. 

1  HOW  shall  young  man  cleanse  his  way.^ 
Let  him  keep  thy  guiding  word: — 

aff      With  my  heart  to  Thee  I  pray, 
Let  me  not  forsake  Thee,  Lord! 

2  In  my  heart  thy  word  I  hide, 
That  my  joys  no  sins  may  blight: 
Thou  art  blest,  let  me  abide 

In  thy  statutes  with  delight. 
• —  3  Thy  just  judgments  with  my  voice 

Will  I  speak  with  courage  bold : 

In  thy  truth  do  I  rejoice, 

More  than  in  the  treasur'd  gold. 
4  Oft  my  soul  shall  ponder  well 

Thy  commands  and  then  obey: 
-aff      Never,  Lord,  may  I  rebel, 

Never  from  thy  statutes  stray !  allen. 

XI  Ver. — 75.  (v.  17-24.)   Prentiss.    JVuremburg. 
Guidance  by  God^s    Word. 
Aff  1  DEAL  with  me  in  mercy,  Lord, 
Let  me  live^  and  keep  thy  word  ; 


272  PSALM  119. 

Let  my  eyes  thy  laws  behold, 
Wondrous  things  to  me  unfold ! 

2  Pilgrim  in  the  earth,  I  stray, — 
Let  me  not  forsake  thy  way  ; 
Keen  the  thirstings  of  my  soul. 
Lord,  to  know  thy  law's  control ! 

—  3  Humble  Thou  the  scornful  pride. 
Turning  from  thy  laws  aside  ; 
Scorn  and  shame  from  me  remove. 
For  thy  statutes  I  do  love ! 

4  Falsely  though  my  foes  accuse. 
On  thy  law  I  yet  will  muse ; 
Thy  good  word  is  my  delight, 
mf      Thou  wilt  guide  my  steps  aright !        allen. 

XII  Ver. — 7s.  (r.  25-32.)  Prentiss,   JVurembiirg. 

Quickening  by  God^s  Word. 
Aff  1  CLEAVING  to  the  dust,  O  Lord, 
Quicken  me  by  thy  good  word  5 
I  my  ways  to  Thee  confessed, 
Thou  hast  heard  and  made  me  blest ! 

2  Thy  right  way,  0  make  me  know, 
Then  thy  wondrous  works  I'll  show  ; — 
Now  my  soul  doth  melt  for  care. 

Let  thy  word  my  strength  repair. 

3  Hollow  ways  from  me  remove. 
Let  me  thy  good  law  approve  ; 
Path  of  truth  is  my  free  choice, 
In  thy  judgments  I  rejoice. 

4  To  thy  word  do  I  adhere  ; 

Save  me  then  from  shame  and  fear  ; 
With  sweet  joy  enlarge  my  heart, 
mf      Then  from  Thee  I'll  ne'er  depart!         allen. 

XIII  Version. — 75.  {v,  33-40.)  Edyjield.  Kimball. 

Divine  Instruction. 
Aff  1  TEACH  thy  statutes,  God  of  light! 
Then  I'll  keep  thy  laws  aright  ; 
Give  me  vision  of  thy  way. 
Then  from  Thee  I  ne'er  shall  stray. 


PSALM  119.  273 

2  In  thy  law  O  guide  me  still, 
For  I  greatly  love  thy  ^vill  ; 
To  thy  word  my  heart  incline. 
Check  all  selfishness  of  mine. 

3  Turn  from  objects  vain  my  eyes, 
Make  me  in  thy  path-way  wise: 
Let  thy  word  confirm  my  soul, 
Let  thy  fear  my  steps  control. 

4  Base  reproach  from  me  remove. 
All  thy  w^ays  are  truth  and  love : 
How  I've  long'd  thy  truth  to  know^'* 
Then  let  mercies  to  me  flow!         allen. 

jtiv  Version. — 75.  (v.  41-49.)   Grant.  Edyjield. 
Delight  in  the  Truth, 
Aff  1  LET  thy  mercies  come  to  me, 
Then  salvation  I  shall  see, — 
'  To  reproach  can  then  reply, 
Since  on  Thee  my  hopes  rely. 

2  Take  not,  Lord,  thy  word  away  ; 
On  thy  judgments  do  I  stay, 
And  shall  feel  thy  law's  control, 
«<       While  eternal  ages  roll ! 

mf  3  I  will  walk  at  liberty, 

For  thy  word  shall  make  me  free  ; 
With  proud  kings  my  tongue  is  bold. 
Thy  good  statutes  to  unfold. 

4  In  thy  truth  will  I  delight, 

For  thy  word  beams  on  me  bright; 
Thy  commandments  will  I  keep, 
mp      On  them  meditating  deep.  allen. 

XV  Version. — 7s,  {v.  49-56.)    Grant,  Edyjield. 

Delight  in  the    Word. 
Aff  1  PROMIS'D  blessings  let  me  see, 

For  thy  truth  I  trust,  0  Lord ! 

This  in  sorrow  comforts  me, — 

I  am  quicken'd  by  thy  word. 

2  Me  in  scorn  do  proud  men  hold, 
Yet  from  Thee  I've  not  declin'd: 


274  PSALM  119. 

Viewing,  Lord,  thy  wa^^s  of  old, 
p        I  the  sweetest  comfort  fiiid. 

—  3  Horror  hath  my  soul  dismayed, 

Seeing  men  who  sin  and  rage: 
Lord,  thy  laws  my  songs  are  made 
In  my  house  of  pilgrimage. 

aff  4  And  thy  name  in  darkest  night 
Has  assuag'd  my  griefful  mood  ; 
Thus  I  taste  of  sweet  delight, — 
Joy,  that  comes  to  all  the  good!        allen. 

XVI  Ver. —  75.  (r.  57-64.)  Wilmot  JVuremburg. 

Gocfs  Law  obeyed. 
Aff  1  THOU'RT  my  portion.  Lord  on  high  ; 
I  have  said,  I'll  keep  thy  word: 
Thee  I've  sought  most  earnestly  ; 
Thy  rich  gifts  to  me  accord. 

2  Lord,  I've  thought  upon  my  way, 
And  to  Thee  have  turn'd  my  feet ; 
Quick,  not  yielding  to  delay, 

I  have  render'd  homage  meet. 

3  Robb'dby  bands  of  wicked  men, 
Yet  from  Thee  I've  not  declined  ; 
Thee  at  night  I'll  praise  again 
For  thy  judgments  right  and  kind. 

—  4  My  companions  fear  thy  name, 

Steadfast  walk  in  thy  good  w^ay  ; 
mf      Earth  and  heav'n  thy  love  proclaim  ; 

—  Lord !  thy  word  make  me  obey !  allen. 

XVII  Version. — 75.  (v.  65-72.)  Lincoln.  Wilson. 

Benefit  of  Afflictions. 
aff  1   GOOD,  according  to  thy  w^ord, 
Are  thy  dealings,  O  my  Lord! 
Give  me  holiness  and  light. 
For  thy  truth  is  my  delight. 

2  Free  from  sorrow,  I  did  stray  ; — 
Now  thy  precepts  I  obeyv'; 
Thou  art  good  to  me,  my  God ! 
Teach  me  by  affliction's  rod. 


PSALM   119.  275 

3  Thouirh  traduc'd  by  proud  men's  lies. 
On  thy  truth  my  soul  relies  ; 

While  their  joys  all  goodness  bhght. 
In  thy  law  is  my  delight. 

4  Lord,  't  is  good  to  feel  thy  rod. 
Thus  I  learn  thy  law,  0  God ! 
Which  of  more  esteem  I  hold,  ^ 
Than  the  yellow  heaps  of  gold.  allen. 

XVIII  Version. — 75.  (r.  73-80.)    nilmot.    JVilson, 

Prayer  for  Mercy. 
Aff  1  THOU  hast  built  my  wondrous  frame. 
Teach  me,  Lord,  to  love  thy  name  ; 
They  rejoice,  who  fear  Thee,  Lord, 
For  I  trusted  in  thy  word. 

2  All  thy  judgments.  Lord,  are  right ; 
Mercy  shines  in  sorrow's  night  ; 

0,  let  mercies  comfort  me, 
For  thy  promises  are  free ! 

3  Let  me  tender  mercies  prove, 
Let  me  live,  for  Thee  I  love: — • 
Break  the  pride  of  causeless  foes  ; 
In  thy  truth  my  hopes  repose. 

4  They,  who  fear  Thee,  with  me  join  ; 
All  in  righteous  cause  combine  ; 
Make  me  in  thy  statutes  sound. 

Then  shall  shame  no  hopes  confound,     allen. 

XIX  Version. — 75.  (r.  81-88.)  Grant.  Edyjield, 

Reliance  on  the  Word,  and  Prayer. 
Aff  1  FOR  salvation.  Lord,  I  sigh. 
On  thy  word  my  hopes  rely  ; 
Weeping,  I  do  ask  for  rest  ; 
Render,  Lord,  my  sorrows  blest. 

2  Lo,  my  shrivell'd  frame  decayed ! 
Yet  from  Thee  have  I  not  strayed: 
Longer  must  I  bear  my  woes. 
Ere  Thou  judge  my  raging  foes.'* 

3  Proud  men  dug  a  pit  for  me 
In  atrocious  enmitv : 


276  PSALM  119. 

Lord,  thy  statutes  all  are  true, 
Grant  me  thy  protection  due. 

4  Lord,  my  heart  with  sorrow  breaks. 
Yet  my  soul  ne'er  Thee  forsakes  3 
Make  me  now  alive  to  Thee, 
So  from  guilt  shall  I  be  free !  allen. 

XX  Ver. — 75.  (v.  89-96.)  Prentiss,  JVuremburg. 

God^s  Laiv  immutable. 

1  EVER,  Lord,  in  heav'n  above 
Stands  thy  word  in  truth  and  love  ; 
Earth  thy  statutes  doth  obey : 
Fixed  law  shall  ne'er  decay. 

2  All  thy  ordinance  fulfil. 

All  are  servants  of  thy  will  : 
mp      I  had  died  in  sorrow's  night, 
But  thy  law  was  my  delight ! 

—  3  With  thy  law  I  ne'er  will  strive, 

Thou  hast  made  my  soul  alive : 
aff      I  am  thine  ;  thy  word  I  love  ; 
Let  me  thy  salvation  prove. 

—  4  Lord,  my  foes  have  lain  in  wait. 

Yet  thy  truth  I  meditate  ; 

To  perfection  bounds  I  see, 

But  thy  word  runs  boundlessly  !         allen. 

XXI  Version. — 7s.  (v,  97-104.)  Tfilmot,    Wilson, 

Excellence  of  God^s  Word, 
Aff  1    O,  HOW  much  I  love  thy  word. 
Which  I  daily  ponder,  Lord? — 
Word,  which  makes  thy  servant  wise, 
Wiser  than  my  enemies. 

—  2  Learned  teachers  I  excel. 

For  I  know  thy  records  well  ; 
I  surpass  philosophers; 
Wisdom  thy  good  word  confers. 

3  Turning  from  all  evil  ways. 

Thee  I  serve,  and  give  Thee  praise  ; 
From  thy  precepts  I've  not  strayed, 
Thou  thy  judgments  hast  displayed. 


PSALM  119.  277 

P     4  Sweet  thy  word,  't  is  sweet  repast. 
Sweet  J  like  honey  to  my  taste  ; 

—  Through  thy  word  I  knowledge  gain. 
And  from  evil  ways  refrain.  allex. 

XXII  Ver.— 75.  (r.  105-112.)  Lincoln.  PleijeVs  H, 
God's  Word  a  Lamp. 

1  TO  my  paths  thy  word's  a  light. 
To  my  feet  a  lamp  most  bright ; 
Lord,  my  vows  I  will  observe. 
Nor  from  truth  and  duty  swerve. 

Aff  2  Bow'd  by  many  sorrows.  Lord, 
Quicken  me  by  thy  good  word ! 
Take  the  otf^rings.  which  I  pay, 
Make  me  thy  just  laws  obey. 

—  3  Though  wild  danger  waits  around, 

In  thy  law  my  feet  are  found  ; 
Sinners  lay  their  snares  for  me, — 
By  thy  precepts  I  am  free ! 

4  In  thy  word  do  I  rejoice,— 
My  good  heritage  and  choice  ; 
Thee  I  serv'd  in  times  now  past, 
Nor  will  sweiTe,  while  time  shall  last ! 

ALLEN. 

XXIII  Ver.— 7s.  (v.  113-120.)  Lincoln.  Turin. 
Support  from  the  Word. 

1  TO  vain  thoughts  my  heart  is  steei'd, 
While  I  lo^e  thy  statutes,  Lord  ; 
Thou  my  hiding  place  and  shield, 
Firm  I  trust  thy  faithful  word  ! 

2  Evil  doers !  go  from  me, 

I'll  not  in  your  footsteps  tread. 
But  God's  law  keep  constantly, 
<        So  shall  God  lift  up  my  head ! 

aff  3  Hold  me  by  thy  mighty  hand, 

Let  not  my  bright  hopes  betray  ; 
Make  me  love  thy  just  command, 

mp      On  thy  mercies  let  me  stav ! 
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278  PSALM  119. 

—  4  Foes  Thou  treadest  under  foot. 

For  thy  judgments  they  deride  ; 

While  they  perish,  branch  and  root, 
mp      Lord,  in  Thee  will  I  confide.  allen. 

XXIV  Version. — 75.  (v.  12 1-12S.)  Lincoln,  Turin. 

Love  to  the  Word. 
aff  I  JUSTLY  have  I  walk'd  O  Lord, 
Leave  me  not  to  vengeful  sword  ; 
Be  Thou  surety  for  my  soul. 
And  oppressing  pow'r  control. 

2  For  thy  love  my  eyes.  Lord,  fail, 
When  shall  I  salvation  hail? 

In  thy  mercy  deal  with  me. 
Let  me  thy  right  statutes  see. 

3  I'm  thy  servant ;  let  me  know 

In  w^hat  path  my  steps  should  go: 
Lord,  'tis  time  for  Thee  t'arise, 
For  thy  word  do  men  despise. 

4  I  do  thy  commandments  love. 

More  than  gold,  which  fires  approve  ; 

I  thy  precepts  have  deem'd  right, 

Hating  what  offends  thy  sight.  allen. 

XXV  Version. — 7s.  (i?.  129-136.)  Wilmot.  Wilson. 

Love  to  Gocfs   Word. 

1  LORD,  thy  judgments  true  and  deep. 
My  glad  soul  doth  love  and  keep  ; 
Thy  good  word  brings  heav'nly  light. 
On  dark  minds  outbeaming  bright ! 

2  As,  in  desert,  trav'ller  thirsts, 

So  for  Thee  my  heart  now  bursts  ; 
aff      Look  on  me,  thy  mercy  show, 
As  to  those,  thy  love  that  know. 

3  Let  thy  statutes  be  my  guide. 
Let  no  sin  turn  me  aside  ; 
From  oppression  save  me.  Lord, 
Grateful  thus  I'll  keep  thy  word. 

4  On  me  let  thy  face  outshine, 
Teach  me  thy  good  law  divine  ; 


PSALM  119.  279 

Rivers,  Lord,  run  down  mine  eyes. 

For  thy  precepts  men  despise.  allen. 

XXVI  Ver. — Is.  (137-144.)  Pr67i/?ss.  JWLremburg, 

God's    JVord  a  Support, 

1  justice:,  Lord,  dwells  in  thy  sight, 
All  thy  judgments  are  upright  ; 
Faitht'ul  is  thy  word  and  true. 

Men  thy  righteousness  may  view. 

2  In  my  heart  my  zeal  hath  burned. 
For  my  foes  from  Thee  have  turned: 
Pure  thy  word,  like  gold  refined, 
And  I  store  it  in  my  mind. 

3  While  contempt  and  shame  I  prove, 
I  the  more  thy  precepts  love  ; 

Thy  good  law  shall  e'er  endure. 
For  'tis  truth,  unmix'd  and  pure. 

4  Though  dark  woes  o'ercloud  my  light, 
mf      Yet  thy  laws  are  my  delight  ; 

Ne'er  thy  testimony  dies, — 

I  shall  live,  by  Thee  made  wise !         allen. 

XXVII  Ver. — 7s.   {v.  145-152.)  JVaterbiiry.  Tui^u. 

Prayer  and  Confidence  in  God. 
aff  1  WITH  full  heart  to  Thee  I  pray. 
Hear  me.  Lord,  I'll  keep  thy  way  ; 
Earnestly  to  Thee  I  cried. 
Save  me,  lest  my  footsteps  slide. 

2  Ere  the  dawn  of  light  I  prayed. 
On  thy  word  my  hope  I  stayed  ; 
I  night-watch  anticipate. 

On  thy  word  I  meditate. 

3  Hear  my  voice,  in  mercy  hear, 
Bring  thy  quick'ning  judgments  near, 
For  mine  enemies  are  nigh, — 

Men,  who  thy  just  threafs  defy. 

4  Thou  art  nearer  still.  0  Lord, 
True  and  faithful  is  thy  word  : 
Long  thy  counsels  have  I  kno\\ii, 

mf      They  shall  never  be  o'erthrown  !  allen. 


280  PSALM  119. 

xxviii  Ver.— 7s.  (V.  153-160.)  Prentiss.  JVuremb. 

Dependence  on  God's  Word. 

Aff  1  SEE  me,  pierc'd  with  sorrow's  dart. 
Yet  from  Thee  I'll  not  depart  ; 
Plead  my  cause,  deliv'rance  give, 
Make  me  by  thy  word  alive. 

^—  2  From  thy  foes  salvation's  far. 

They  with  thy  good  statutes  war  ; 
Lord,  thy  wondrous  love  is  great. 
Let  no  fears  my  hopes  abate. 

3  Num'rous  enemies  combine, 
Yet  from  Thee  Pll  not  decline  ; 
Sinners  I  with  grief  beheld. 
Who  against  thy  word  rebell'd. 

Afif  4  See,  how  much  thy  law  I  love. 
Shed  on  me  light  from  above  ; 
Ever  are  thy  records  true, 
Judgments  past  the  future  shew.  allen. 

XXIX  Ver. — 7s.  (vA61-l6S.)  Prentiss,  JSTurembwrg. 
Love  to  God's  Law. 

1  PERSECUTORS  wake  my  fears, 
Yet  thy  word  my  heart  reveres  ; 
In  the  word  I  find  delight, 

As  one  finds  the  treasures  bright ! 

2  Perfidy  and  lies  I  hate. 

In  thy  truth  my  joys  are  great  ; — 
aff      Oft  each  day  I  praise  thy  name. 

And  thy  judgments,  Lord,  proclaim. 

3  They  have  peace,  who  love  thy  law, 
Naught  their  souls  from  Thee  shall  draw  ; 
In  thy  mercy  I  confide. 

Nor  will  go  from  Thee  aside. 

4  Thy  good  precepts  have  I  loved, 
And  my  love  by  works  have  proved  ; 
Thy  conmianchnents  I've  obey'd, 

Thou  my  ways,  Lord,  hast  surveyed,     allen. 


PSALM   119.  281 

XXX  Ver.— 75.  {v.  169-176.)    Wilmot.  Wilson. 

Joy  in  the  Word. 
Aff  1  LET  my  cry  to  Thee  come  near. 

Give  me  wisdom  from  thy  word  ; 

My  loud  supplication  hear, 

Save  me  by  thy  promise,  Lordl 

—  2  Thee  my  lips  shall  joyful  praise, 

When  thy  laws  shine  on  me  bright: 
mf      Grateful  song  my  tongue  shall  raise, 
For  thy  laws  are  just  and  right ! 

—  3  Save  me  by  thy  hand  most  strong, 

I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  ; 
For  thy  mercy.  Lord,  I  long. 
Greatly  in  thy  word  rejoice  ! 

o  4  Kept  by  Thee,  I'll  praise  and  pray. 
Me  thy  judgments  shall  uphold: 
p         Like  a  sheep  I've  gone  astray, 
mf      Shepherd  I  bring  me  to  thy  fold !  allen. 

XXXI  Version. — 6s.  Chaplin,  Jilps, 
Excellence  of  God^s  Word, 
p     1  HOW  sweet  I  find  thy  w^ord, 
Delicious  ev'ry  hour! 
Sweeter,  than  honey  stored, — 

Sipp'd  from  the,  fragrant  flower, — 
In  wondrous  bee-form'd  cell. 
In  which  the  builders  dwell ! 

f     2  O  what  celestial  light 

Thy  word  doth  shed  on  me.'* 
Resplendent,  and  most  bright 

Its  beams  are  pour'd  out  free ! 
Each  dark  and  frightful  shape 
Doth  quickly  make  escape  ! 

3  Pour  light  upon  my  mind, 
Let  me  thy  glory  see ! 
Give  me  pure  joys  refined. 

The  joys,  that  spring  from  Thee! 
p         Let  me  sw^eet  truth  e'er  love. 

And  dwell  in  light  above  !  allen. 


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2S2  PSALM  120. 

120.  FirstVer. — L.  M.  Hebron.  Rockingham. 
Complaint  of  Strife;  Desire  of  Peace. 

1  I  SOUGHT  the  Lord  in  my  distress, 
God  heard  my  humble,  earnest  cry  ; 
Then,  traveller  in  this  wilderness. 
To  God  lift  up  confiding  eye ! 

2  Although  in  Kedar's  tents  I  dwell ; 
Yet,  while  my  duty  binds  me  here, 
Among  the  sons  of  Ishmael 

My  soul  shall  never  shrink  with  fear. 

3  For  gentleness  and  peace  I  cry  ; 

mf  But  lo,  their  banner  waves  from  far. 
And,  lifting  up  their  spears  on  high. 
They  shout  aloud  for  cruel  war ! 

mp  4  Come  the  blest  hour,  when  strife  shall  cease, 
>       And  angry  passions  die  away, — 

—  When  o'er  the  earth  the  sons  of  peace 

mf      Shall  hold  a  mild,  unquestion'd  sway !      allen* 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Dover,  Pentonville^ 
Prayer  against  Slander  and  Strife. 
aff  1  DISTRESS'D,  on  God  I  call. 
And  He  doth  hear  my  cries  ; 
O  save  me,  Lord,  from  lips  of  gall, 
From  tongue,  that  utters  lies ! 

—  2  What  doth  such  tongue  to  Thee  ? 

It  burns,  like  coals,  that  glow  ; 
It  pierces,  like  the  arrow  free. 
Sent  from  the  well-bent  bow* 

S  In  robbers'  tents  I  dwell. 
In  dreary  wilds  afar  ; 
p        Though  I  the  voice  of  peace  love  well, 
mf      They  furious  cry  for  war ! 

4  Soon  come  the  blessed  day. 
When  blast  of  war  shall  cease. 

And  all  the  earth  shall  own  the  sway 

Of  Jesus,  Prince  of  Peace !  allen* 


PSALM  121.  283 

121.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Hebron,  Appldon. 
God^s  protecting  Care. 

1  UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies  ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives  ; 
There  my  almighty  Refuge  lives. 

2  He  guides  our  feet.  He  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day  ; 
He  spreads  the  wings  of  night,  and  keeps 

p        The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

mf  3  Israel!  a  name  divinely  blest! 

— ^       Securely  thou  may'st  rise  and  rest  ; 

Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 

Admit  no  slumber  nor  surprise. 

4  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day  ; 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  sickly  ray 
Shall  blast  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

5  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power  ; 
And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour. 
Angels,  who  trace  the  airy  road, 

mf      Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God!    watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  M.  St,  Martin's,  Mear, 

God's  Protection. 

1  UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Aloud  for  help  I  call  5 

My  help's  from  God,  who  made  the  skies, 
And  shap'd  this  earthly  ball. 

2  He  will  both  guard  and  guide  thee  well, 
And  wakeful  ^vill  thee  keep  ; 

For  He  that  keepeth  Israel, 
Nor  slumber  knows,  nor  sleep. 

3  Jehovah  will  thy  keeper  be. 
Thy  shade  from  burning  beam  ; 
The  sun  shall  not  by  day  smite  thee, 
Nor  moon  with  blighting  beam. 

mf  4  The  Lord  shall  compass  thee  about. 
Protect  thee  with  his  power, 


284  PSALM  121. 

Thy  coming  in  and  going  out 

Shall  guard  forevermore !  allen. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.   St.  Thomas,   Olmutz, 
God  the  Protector  of  his  Servants. 

1  TO  God  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

By  whom  the  heav'ns  were  made  ; 
And  He  to  help  me  will  arise 
With  his  almighty  aid. 

2  In  slipp'ry  paths  't  is  He 
My  faithless  feet  shall  keep  ; 

And  Israel's  God  my  guard  shall  be. 
When  all,  but  He,  shall  sleep. 

mp  3  No  sun  shall  smite  by  day, 

Nor  blasting  moon  by  night, 
mf      For  God's  my  shade  from  burning  ray. 

My  shield  from  mildew's  blight. 

4  From  thia  time  forth  his  love 
My  feet  within  my  door 
Shall  keep,  and  when  without  I  rove, — 
f         And  bless  me  evermore  1  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — H.  M.  Stow.  Danvell. 
God  our  Preserver. 
It        1  UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid, 
The  God,  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made : — 
God  is  the  tow'r. 
To  which  1  fly :  His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour  I 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide. 
Nor  fall  in  fatal  snare. 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Protects  me  with  his  care : — 

Those  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  sleep,  Shall  Israel  keep, 

When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burping  heats  by  day. 
Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 


PSALM   121,   122.  285 

Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there : — 
Thine  arm  of  might 
Shall  be  my  shield,  And  safety  yield 
By  noon  and  night. 

4  Hast  Thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 

To  save  my  soul  from  death? 

And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath: — 

I'll  go  and  come, 

Nor  fear  to  die.  Till  from  on  high 

Thou  call  me  home.  watts. 

Fifth  Yersiox. — 7s.   TFilmot,    Wilson. 
Divine  Protection. 

1  LORD,  to  Thee  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Up  to  Thee  in  heav'nly  light ! 
Thou  didst  make  the  earth  and  skies  ; 
Thou  dost  help  me  with  thy  might! 

2  Thou,  th'  unsleeping  Watchman  near, 
Guardest  well  my  slumb'ring  hour! 
Naught  shall  wake  my  hopeless  fear^ 
Nor  me  bend  to  evil  power ! 

3  Not  the  scorching  sun  by  day. 
Nor  the  moon  shall  hurt  at  night ; 
Thou,  who  dost  all  nature  sway, 
Shalt  protect  me  by  thy  might ! 

4  When  my  earthly  course  is  run. 
Ended  all  my  work  below. 
Thou  wilt  raise  me  to  thy  throne, 
Where  pure  joys  forever  flow !  all  en. 


122.  First  Ver. — C.  M,  Howard,  Colchester. 
Zion  loved. 

mf  1  HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
''In  Zion  let  us  all  appear. 
And  keep  the  solemn  day!" 


266  PSALM  122. 

—  2  1  love  her  gates,  by  saints  e'er  trod! 

The  church  adorii'd  with  grace, 
Stands,  like  a  palace,  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

mf  3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown. 
The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne. 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

—  4  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 

With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 

Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

5  For  Zion,  which  I  love  full  well, 
mf      I'll  pray,  while  life  remains: 

Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
f         Here  God,  my  Savior,  reigns !        watts. 

Second  Versiox. — S.  M.  Inverness.  Boyhton, 
The  Lord's  Day. 
dol  1  HOW  sweet  the  Sabbath  bell, 
When  all  is  still  around? 
As  on  the  list'ning  ear  it  fell. 
It  seem'd  a  holy  sound! 

2  It  calls  us  to  the  place, 

Where  all  the  good  repair  ; — 
mf      There  God  is  present  with  his  grace  ; 

<  The  God  of  love  is  there  ! 

afT  3  Thou,  Lord,  in  mercy  great 
Wilt  surely  visit  them. 
Who  seek  thyZion's  sacred  gate. 
And  love  Jerusalem ! 

4  0  bless  thy  holy  city,  Lord, 
The  temple  of  thy  love, 
p         And  let  thy  pure  and  peaceful  w^ord 

<  Guide  us  to  heav'n  above !  allen. 

Third  Version.— S.  P.  M.  Dudley.  Bethel. 
Zion  extolled. 
M    1  HOW  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I 
To  hear  the  people  cry^ 


PSALM   122.  287 

"Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to  day !" 
YeSj  with  a  cheerful  zeal. 
We  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  here  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round! 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  soimd. 

3  Here  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne  ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here: 
He  bids  the  saint  be  glad. 
He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 

And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

mp  4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate. 

And  joy  within  thee  wait, 
—  To  bless  the  soul  of  ev'ry  guest  ; 

The  man,  who  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
''Peace  to  this  sacred  house !  " 
mf  For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  blest  abode. 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well  I     watts 

Fourth  Version. — H.  M.  Stow-  Murray, 
The  dying  Believer, 
mp      10  DAY  of  rapture  sweet, 
When  now,  O  Salem  blest, 
At  last  my  willing  feet 
Approach  thy  gates  of  rest! 
mf      For  lo  !  upon  my  wilder 'd  sight 
<      There  dawns  celestial,  glorious  light ! 

f         2  E'en  now  my  spirit  soars ! 

Thy  star-deck'd  domes  arise  ; 
I  see  thy  wide-spread  doorsj 
O  Salem  in  the  skies  I 


288  PSALM  122. 

I  hear,  outbursting  from  thy  throng, 
ff        Undying  joy  in  endless  song! 

mp      3  Mother  of  cities  1  hail! 

Th'  abode  of  Him,  who  died! 
—  Though  earth's  foundations  fail. 

Thine  moveless  shall  abide  : 
And  ne'er  shall  war  or  battle's  sound 
Be  heard  thy  peaceful  walls  around  I 

4  O,  for  an  angel's  wing. 
To  bear  me  upward  free  ! — 
i  I  come,  0  Salem's  King! 

I  mount  aloft  to  Thee  ! 
I  come,  to  join  thy  saints  above, 
ff>     With  joys  sublime  of  heav'nly  love!     allen. 

Fifth  Version. — 6  &  4.  Olivet,  Italian  Hymn, 

Love  to  Zion. 
f»    1  GLADLY  I  heard  them  say, 
God  let  us  praise  to  day 

Within  his  courts: 
Jerusalem!  in  thee, 
Within  thy  gates  most  free. 
Where  saints  thy  beauty  see. 
My  heart  resorts. 

2  0  pray  for  Salem's  peace, 
And  for  her  great  increase  ; 

Her  friends  are  blest : 
Peace  be  within  thy  walls. 
Sweet  liberty  to  thralls, 
Whom  Zion's  message  calls 

To  endless  rest !  allen. 

Sixth  Versiox. — 75.  Wilmot.  Wilson. 
Love  to  the  City  of  God, 

w    1  HOW  the  word  my  soul  did  rouse, 
When  I  heard  the  people  say, — 
'^Let  us  go  unto  God's  house, 
There  adore,  and  praise,  and  pray !" 

2  Salem !  city  of  the  Lord ! 
0,  what  hosts  resort  to  thee, 


PSALM   123.  289 

Guided  by  the  sacred  word, 
Thanks  to  bring  with  melody? 

3  There,  array'd  in  glorious  light, 
Sits  thy  King,  Jehovah's  Son, 
Full  of  mercy,  yet  with  might 
Ruling  on  his  judgment-throne  ! 

mp  4  Pray  for  Salem's  lasting  peace  ! 
Blest  are  they,  who  Zion  love  ; 
Joys  to  them  shall  long  increase, — 
They  her  walled  strength  shall  prove.- 

5  For  my  lov'd  companions'  good 
Pll  now  say,  ''Great  peace  to  thee !" 
For  God's  house,  where  1  have  stood, 
''Peace!  abide  eternallv!"  allen. 


123,  First  Version. — S.  M.  JVestmin^ter.  Olnexj, 
Waiting  on  God. 
Aff  1  WE  lift  our  eyes  to  Thee, 
O  Thou,  the  God  of  love  ! 
We  pra}^  Thee  in  thy  mercy  free 
To  bless  us  from  above. 

2  As  to  his  master's  hand 
The  servant  looks  with  fear, 
So  we  before  Thee  waiting  standy 
And  Thee,  our  Lord,  revere ! 

mp  3  Have  mercy,  O  our  God ! 
Have  mercy  on  our  soul. 
For  we  are  chasten'dby  thy  rod  ; — 
Afflictive  torrents  roll. 

—  4  Although  the  scorner  smile, 

Reproaching  the  oppress'd. 

Though,  in  their  ease,  proud  men  deride, — 
mf      Yet,  Lord,  thy  friends  are  blest  \  allen.- 

Second  Version. — 75.  .Yurembiirg.    Tiirin, 
Pleading  ivith  God. 
Aff  1  LORD,  to  Thee  we  lift  our  eyes, 
Thou,  who  dwellest  in  the  skies  !• 
25 


290  PSALM   124,   125. 

Humbly  bow  we  at  thy  throne. 
Trusting  in  thy  pow'r  alone. 

2  Lord,  on  Thee  our  eyes  do  wait  ; 
Help  our  weak  and  tempted  state : 
On  our  souls  have  mercy  now, — 
We,  thy  servants,  are  brought  low. 

—  S  Scorners  see  us  in  their  pride, 
And  our  confidence  deride : 
Know^  they  not,  thine  ai*m  of  might 
Shall  their  wickedness  requite  ? 

aff  4  Lord,  have  mercy,  and  now  hear 

Griefs,  we  pour  out  in  thine  ear: 
<:       Send  salvation  from  the  sky, 

Then  thy  praise  we'll  lift  up  high!  allei?. 


PSALM  124—75.  Kimball  JVuremburg. 
Song  for  Deliverance. 

1  HAD  not  God  been  on  our  side, — 
Now  may  rescued  Israel  say, — 
Then  our  foes,  in  their  fierce  pride, 
Us  had  swallow'd  as  their  prey. 

2  Then  had  they,  with  va-ath  and  scoff, 
Smitten  us  without  control: 

Then  proud  waters  swept  us  off. 
Then  the  stream  gone  o'er  our  soul  I 

S  Praise  to  God !  His  pow^'rful  arm 
Us  hath  shielded  ;  by  his  care 
We've  escap'd  the  fatal  harm. 
As  the  bird  from  fowler's  snare : 

4  Broken  is  the  snare,  the  game 

Gladly  in  the  air  doth  fly  ! — 

mf      We  confide  in  God's  great  name. 

Maker  of  the  earth  and  sky  !  al 


125.  First  Ver. — L.   M.    Trenton.  Timsbury, 
The  Safety  of  the  Righteous. 
mf  1  THEY,  who  in  Zion's  God  confide, 
Like  Zion's  rock  shall  firm  abide. 


PSALM   125.  291 

Which,  fix'd,  can  never  be  removed, — 
By  tempest  and  by  flood  unmoved. 

2  Jerusalem  is  fenced  around 

By  mountains  as  a  lofty  mound  ; — 
So  shall  their  God's  encircling  arm 
Protect  his  people  from  all  harm. 

—  3  Though  rod  of  wicked  men  may  smite, 

It  ne'er  abides  on  the  upright: — 
aff      Do  good.  O  Lord,  unto  the  good, 

To  them,  who  in  right  ways  have  stood. 

—  4  But  they,  who  turn  to  crooked  ways, 

Shall  see  God's  judgments  with  amaze, 
>       And  sink  despairing  down  to  hell  ; — 
inf      But  peace  abides  on  Israel!  allen. 

Second  Versiox. — S.  M.  Mornington,  Beverly. 
Saint^s  Trial  and  Safety. 
mf  1   FIRM  and  unmov'd  they  stand, 
Who  rest  their  souls  on  God  ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  in  Judah's  land, 
On  which  the  ark  abode. 

2  No  walls  so  safe  could  prove 
To  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  God's  eternal  arms  of  love. 
Which  ev'ry  saint  surround, 

mp  3  What  though  they  trembling  feel 
The  Father's  chast'niug  blow.^ 
His  mercy  shall  their  sorrows  heal  ; 

mf      Their  joys  will  overflow. 

aff  4  Lord,  bless  the  good  and  wise, 

And  lead  them  safely  on 
<       To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 

Where  Christ,  their  Savior's  gone!  watts. 

Third  Version. — H.  M.  Zebulon.  Marah. 
The  Righteous  Safe. 
f         1  THEY,  who  in  God  do  trust, 

Like  Zion's  mount  shall  stand, 
Moveless  by  human  hand: — 
Thus  firm  remain  the  just! 


202  PSALM  126. 

The  Lord  his  people  guards  around, 
As  hills  Jerusalem  surround ! 

• —       2  The  wicked  with  their  rod 

May  righteous  men  annoy. 
But  shall  not  them  destroy ; — 
mf  They're  shielded  by  their  God ! 

The  clouds,  which  darken  now  their  sight, 
Shall  soon  give  way  to  heav'nly  light ! 

aff      3  0  Lord !  to  them  do  good, 

Whose  hearts  are  right  with  Thee, 
While  men,  from  truth  who  flee, 
Are  swept  with  vengeful  flood : 
For  peace  let  Israel  Thee  adore, 
f <     And  make  her  glad  forevermore !  allen» 


126.  First  Ver.— C.  M.  Litchfield.  Medfield, 
God^s  great  Mercy. 
1  WHEN  God  outpour'd  a  gracious  beam. 
And  chang'd  my  mournful  state. 
My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 

mf  2  "Great  is  the  work!  "  my  neighbors  cried, 
And  o^\m'd  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
''Great  is  the  work!  "  my  heart  replied, 
''And  be  the  glory  thine !  " 

. —  3  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

4  Let  those,  who  sow"  in  sadness,  wait, 
Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess,  their  sheaves  are  great, 
f         And  shout  the  blessings  home !  watts. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Olmutz^.  Olney, 
Wonderful  Deliverance. 

1  WHEN,  Lord,  Thou  didst  redeem 
Thy  Zion  from  her  chains. 


PSALM  126.  293 

We  seerp'd  to  be  like  men,  who  dream, 
And  sung  with  joy's  loud  strains. 

2  The  heathens,  at  the  sight, 
Exclaini'd,  as  God  they  own, — 

mf      "Surely,  their  God,  the  God  of  might, 
For  them  great  things  hath  done!  " 

3  ^'The  Lord  hath  done  great  things 
For  us," — Our  lips  reply, 

AVe  therefore  bring  our  offerings 
With  an  exceeding  joy. 

mp  4  They,  who  in  tears  do  sow, 

—  In  joy  shall  reap  at  last: — 

The  precious  seed,  designed  to  grow, 
With  weeping  they  broad-cast ; — 

5  But, — ye  at  last  shall  find, — 
mf      The  sower  glad  shall  come. 

His  fuU-ear'd,  yellow  sheaves  to  bind, 
f         And  shout  his  harvest  home !  allex. 

Third  Tersiox. — H.  31.  Harwich.    Triumph. 
Joy  in  God's  Mercy. 
1  WHEN  Zion  was  restored, 
And  turn'd  her  captive  state. 
Her  sons  their  God  adored. 
Their  hearts  with  joys  elate  ; 
So,  when  our  God  redeems  our  souls, 
f         Our  pleasure  like  a  torrent  rolls ! 

—  2  ^Xe  were  like  them,  who  dream, 

We  tasted  joys  untold, 
So  strange  did  freedom  seem: 
We  said,  as  Zion's  sons  of  old, — 
jnf      "The  Lord  for  us  hath  great  things  done! 
He  hath  a  wondrous  vict'ry  won !  " 

—  3  God's  promise  ne'er  deceives: 
mp  The  men,  in  tears  who  sow, 

—  Shall  bind  their  full-ear'd  sheaves, 
And  joyful  harvest  know: 

The  weeping  sow'r  again  shall  come, 
f         And  bring  the  ample  harvest  home  !  allen. 

25* 


294 


PSALM  126,   127. 


Fourth  Version. — 7s.  Kimball.   JS^uremburg. 
Joyful  Deliverance, 

If     1  WHEN  the  Lord  set  Zion  free, 

Then  our  mouth  was  fill'd  with  joy  ; 

Sav'd  from  sad  captivity, 

Then  did  songs  our  tongues  employ ! 

2  'Mid  the  heathen,  where  they  strayed, 
They  did  cry, — ''The  vict'ry's  won! 
Great  the  pow'r  for  us  displayed, 
God  for  us  great  things  hath  done !" 

aff  3  Turn  again  our  captive  state, 

As  the  streams  are  turn'd  by  Thee  ; 
Then  we'll  gladly  say,  ''How  great, 
Lord,  thy  pow'r,  that  sets  us  free !  " 

Doth  the  sower  sow  in  tears? 

Yet  he  reaps  with  harvest  song: 

Weeping,  lo,  the  seed  he  bears  ; 

Singinofj  brings  his  sheaves  along!        allen. 


mp 
mf 


127.    First  Versiox. — L.  M.  Hebron,    Walton, 
Success  and  Happiness  from  God. 

II    1  IF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 

And  pains  to  build  the  house  are  lost  : 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 

2  What,  if  you  rise  before  the  sun, 
And  work  and  toil,  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  shun  that  poverty,  you  dread  ; — 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  blest: 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  rest ; 
Children  and  friends  are  blessings  too. 
If  God,  our  Sov'reign,  make  them  so. 

4  Happy  the  man,  to  whom  He  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  ! 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove. 
When  they  are  crown'd  with  his  rich  love? 

WATTS. 


PSALM   127.  295 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Clyde.   Uxbi^dge, 
Success  from  God. 
II    1  UNLESS  the  Lord  the  house  uprear, 
Unless  as  Guardian  He  appear, 
The  builder's  toils  shall  nothing  gain. 
The  city's  watchman  wakes  in  vain. 

2  Poor  man !  in  vain  you  early  rise, 
And  labor  still  in  evening  skies! 
Fruitless  your  work,  you  well  may  weep  ; 
While  God  gives  his  beloved  sleep. 

3  Children  are  gracious  gifts  of  God, 
As  swift-wing'd  arrows  sent  abroad  ; 
Their  fathers'  cause  they  vindicate. 
And  drive  the  en'my  from  the  gate. 

f     4  Children  of  Jesus!  rise  in  might. 

And  all  his  foes  with  arrows  smite, — 
—  Arrows  of  truth,  keen  and  inflamed  ; 
mf      Then  shall  ye  never  be  ashamed!  allen. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  JS^ottingham.  Marlow, 

God's  Blessing  necessary. 
II    1  IF  God  to  build  the  house  deny, . 

The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 

And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye 

An  useless  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arise, 
Your  painful  work  renew, 

Andj  till  the  stars  ascend  the  skies, 
Your  tiresome  toil  pursue; 

3  Short  be  your  sleep,  and  coarse  your  fare, 
In  vain,  till  God  has  blest; 

But,  if  his  smiles  attend  your  care, 
Ye  shall  have  food  and  rest. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends 
Shall  real  blessings  prove, 

Nor  all  the  earthly  joys,  He  sends, 

If  sent  without  his  love.  watts. 


296  PSALM  128. 

128.  First  Ver, — L.  M.  Hebron.  Uxhridge. 
A  holy  Family. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man^  who  fears  the  Lord, 
And  walks  by  his  unerring  word, 

For  God  doth  condescend  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

2  To  Him  may  each  assembled  house 
Present  their  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
Their  servants  and  their  rising  race 

Be  taught  his  precepts  and  his  grace. 

mp  3  Then  shall  the  charms  of  wedded  love 
Still  more  delightful  blessings  prove, 

mf      And  parents'  hearts  shall  overflow 
With  joys,  that  parents  only  know ! 

—  4  When  nature  droops,  our  aged  eyes 
Shall  see  our  children's  children  rise, 
Till,  pleas'd  and  thankful,  we  remove, 

mf      And  join  the  family  above  !  doddridge. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Lathrop.  Cahnar. 
Family  Blessings. 

1  THAT  man  is  blest  indeed, 
Who  fears  the  Lord  on  high, 
Who  in  his  holy  book  doth  read. 
And  serves  Him  faithfully. 

2  For  surely  thou  shalt  eat 
Of  thine  ow^n  industry; 

Around  thee  richest  blessings  meet, 
And  happy  shalt  thou  be  ! 

3  Thy  wife,  a  fair  house-vine. 
The  clust'ring  fruit  hath  borne  ; 
Like  olive  plants  thy  children  join. 
Thy  table  to  adorn. 

4  And  thee  the  Lord  will  bless 
From  Zion's  holy  hill. 

And  Salem's  good  and  great  success 
Thine  eyes  shall  ponder  still ! 

5  A  happy  race  and  free 
Fulfil  God's  promise  well  ; 


PSALM   123.  297 

mf      Thy  children's  children  thou  shalt  see, 

And  peace  on  Israel!  allen. 

Third  Versiox. — H.  31.  Bradford.  Murray. 
Blessedness  of  him,  who  fears  God, 

1  THE  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 
And  in  his  ways  doth  rest, 
Still  trembling  at  his  word, 

Is  now  and  shall  be  blest: 
His  toil  shall  surely  prosper  well. 
And  in  sweet  safety  he  shall  dwell. 

2  Thy  wife  ,  a  fruitful  vine, 
Which  grows  in  wondrous  grace, 
Whose  tendrils  round  thee  twine, 
Adorns  thy  dwelling  place  ; 

Dtf      Thy  children,  like  fair  olive  trees, 

Which  wave  their  branches  in  the  breeze  ! 

—       3  From  Zion's  heav'nly  hill, 

Where  thou  dost  dwell  in  love, 

The  Lord  shall  bless  thee  still, 
mf  "With  joys,  like  those  above 

>        And,  when  thy  fleeting  life  is  o'er, 
mf      Thou  shalt  be  blest  forevermore!  allex. 

Fourth  Version . — 7s.  Edij field.  Ch'ant. 
Happy  Dwelling  of  the  Righteous. 

1  BLEST  is  he,  that  feareth  God, 
He,  that  in  his  ways  hath  trod  ; 
Thou  thy  labor's  truit  shalt  eat. 
Peace  and  good  with  thee  shall  meet. 

2  Lo,  thy  ^^^fe  is  fruitful  vine. 
By  thy  house  the  tendrils  twine, 
And  thy  children  thine  eye  sees 
Round  thee,  like  young  olive-trees. 

3  Yes,  thy  children's  children  thou 
Joyful  in  old  age  shalt  know  ; 
Thou  shalt  see  and  know  full  well 
Glorious  peace  in  Israel!  allen. 


298  PSALM  129.  i 

129.  First  Version. — H.  M.  Zebulon,  Murray- 
Zion  guarded  from  her  Foes. 
1  "THOUGH  oft  our  griefs  we  wail," 
May  Israel  joyful  say, 
"Yet  ne'er,  in  wild  dismay, 
We'v^e  seen  our  foes  prevail: 
mf      Our  God  hath  made  his  mercies  known, 
And  Zion's  foes  hath  overthrown !  " 

—  2  Zion!  thy  foes  shall  be, 

As  grass,  that  quick  doth  fade 

In  greenness  of  its  blade, 
When  sun  shines  on  it  free  ; — 
The  grass,  which  on  the  house-top  grows, 
And  w  hich  no  scythe-man  ever  mows : 

3  Which  binder  ne'er  shall  find. 

With  which  to  fill  his  hands. 

And  with  his  twisted  bands 
In  yellow  sheaves  to  bind, 
And  where  no  passer  by  doth  say, — 
"God's  blessing  be  on  you  for  aye  !  "       allen. 

Second  Version. — 75.  Bates,   Southampton, 
Zion  safe. 
1  SHE  has  pass'd  through  fire  and  flood, 
Scenes  of  torture  and  of  blood  ; 
Yet  she  lives  and  ne'er  shall  die ! — 
Zion's  Savior  lives  on  high! 

f     2  Strong  thine  arm,  O  Zion's  King ! 
Who  shall  dare  defiance  bring  ^ 
Zion's  foes  shall  seek  in  flight 
Safety  from  thy  dreaded  might ! 

—  3  Like  the  house-top  grass  are  they, 

With'ring  in  the  blaze  of  day. 
Which  ne'er  fills  the  reaper's  hands, 
Nor  in  yellow  sheaves  e'er  stands  ; 

4  Nor  does  passer  by  e'er  say 
To  the  men  in  harvest  day, 
"Greet  we  you  with  peaceful  word  ; 
Blessings  on  you  from  the  Lord!  "  allen. 


PSALM   130.  299 

130.     First  Versiox. — L.  M.  Lindon,  Jilfvcion. 

Forgiveness  from  God. 
Aff  1  AS  the  beniirhted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  long  and  wish  for  breaking  day  ; 

So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate  ; 

"When  will  my  God  his  love  display? 

2  My  trust  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  shall  I  trust  th}'  word  in  vain  ; 
Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

mf  3  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; — 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

WATTS. 

Second  Versiox. — S.  M.  Bladenburg .  Lathrop. 

Prayer  and  Trust  in  God. 
Aflf  1  OUT  of  the  depths,  0  Lord, 
I  humbly  cried  to  Thee, 

0  hear  my  supplicating  word. 
And  turn  thine  ear  to  me ! 

2  If  Thou,  0  Lord,  shouldst  mark 
All  mine  iniquity, 

My  brightest  hopes  of  heav'n  were  dark, 
And  all  my  peace  would  fly ! 

3  But  Thou  dost  take  delight 
In  deeds  of  pard'ning  love  5 

1  look  to  Thee  in  glory  bright, — 
O  save  me  from  above ! 

4  I  wait  for  Thee,  O  God, 
More  patiently,  than  they, 

AVho  watch  for  morning  beams  abroad, 
Who  watch  for  dawning  da}'. 

—  5  0,  Israel,  trust  the  Lord, 
For  trust  his  mercy  wins. 
And  Israel  by  his  faithful  word 
He  saveth  from  his  sins.  allen. 


300  PSALM  130,  131. 

Third  Version. — 8  Sc  4.  Palestine.    Wayland. 

God^s  Mercy  sought. 
Aff  1  OUT  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I've  cried  5 
Turn  not  thine  ear,  O  Lord,  aside. 
But  hear  my  supplicating  voice, 
And  let  my  mourning  soul  rejoice 
In  thy  rich  love. 

2  Who,  Lord,  could  stand  before  thine  eyes. 
If  Thou  shouldst  mark  iniquities  ? 
Forgiveness  yet  is  found  with  Thee, 
That  he,  who  tastes,  from  sin  may  flee. 

And  dwell  above ! 

3  As  watcher  w^aits  for  morning  light, 

I  wait  for  Thee, — for  beams  more  bright  5— * 
mf      O  let  the  day-spring  from  on  high 

Spread  radiant  beams  through  all  the  sky  ;— 
And  joys  outpour! 

—  4  0,  Israel,  hope  thou  in  the  Lord, — 
Redemption  shines  forth  in  his  word : 
His  hand  his  people  will  redeem, 

mf      And  heav'nly  glory  on  them  beam 

Forevermore  I  allen. 


131.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Bernard,  Medioay,- 
Humility. 
Aff  1  0  LORD,  my  heart,  once  proud  and  blind. 
Now  Thou  beholdest  meek  and  kind  ; 
I  daily  now  commune  with  Thee 
In  heav'n-produc'd  humility. 

2  The  matters  high,  beyond  my  view, 
My  searching  thought  would  not  pursue, 
Content  with  all  thy  teaching,  Lord, 
For  truth  eternal  is  thy  word ! 

3  Subdued  and  quiet  as  a  child. 
Let  me  be  calm,  although  reviPd  ; 
And  let  me  live  without  offence. 
Submissive  to  thy  providence. 

4  In  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  put  my  trust, 
For  Thou  art  holy,  wise,  and  just ; 


PSALM  131,  132.  301 

In  Thee  may  Israel  confide, — 
mf      Israel,  redeem'd  by  HiMj  who  died!         allen. 

Second  Versiox. — C.  M.  Dundee,  St.  John^s, 
Humility  and  Submission, 

1  IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  see  ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part? 

mp      Lord,  I  appeal  to  Thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts, — be  humble  still. 
And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 

Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind 
<       Shall  have  a  large  reward : — 

—       Let  saints  in  sorrow  be  resign'd, 

mf      And  trust  a  faithful  Lord !  watts. 


132.   First  Ver. — L.  M.  Mendon,  Ellenthorpe, 

The  House  of  God. 
»i    1  WHERE  shall  we  go,  to  seek  and  find 
An  habitation  for  our  God  ? 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  Mind 
Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  rest  ; 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still. 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

mf  3  ''Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
And  reign  forever, *-'  saith  the  Lord  ; 
''Here  shall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known. 
And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 

—  4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread: 
Sinners,  who  wait  before  my  door, 
With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed." 

mf  5  The  saints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joys,  shall  shout  and  sing  ; 
26 


302  PSALM  132. 

The  Son  of  David  here  shall  reign, 
f         And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King !  watts. 

Second  Ver. — L.  P.  M.  JVeivbiiry.   St.  Helenas. 

Zion  God's  Abode.     Dedication  Psalm. 
Aff  1  THY  servants,  in  their  zeal  and  love. 

This  house,  O  Lord,  have  rear'd  for  Thee  ; 
Come  down  in  mercy  from  above, 

Let  this  thy  habitation  be  5 — 
A  habitation  of  the  God, 
Whose  name  is  known  through  earth  abroad ! 

2  Zion,  O  Lord,  thy  chosen  seat, 

Where  Thou  art  ever  pleas'd  to  dwell. 
And  where  thy  children  love  to  meet 

Of  all  thy  wondrous  works  to  tell, — 
Thy  Zion,  Lord,  delight  to  bless. 
And  clothe  her  priests  with  righteousness ! 

3  By  truth,  as  manna  from  the  cloud, 

Supply  thy  hungry  poor  with  bread  ; 
Exalt  the  low,  abase  the  proud. 

And  quicken  into  life  the  dead  ; 
f         Then  shall  thy  praise  all  lips  employ, 
<:       Thy  saints  shall  shout  aloud  for  joy !     allen. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  Mario iv.  Irish. 
God's  Presence  in  Zion. 
mf  1  ARISE!  0  King  of  grace,  arise. 
And  enter  to  thy  rest ! — 
Thy  church  now  waits,  with  longing  eyes. 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blest ! 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train. 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  Word  ; 

—       All,  that  the  ark  did  once  contain. 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows  ; 
Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread: 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house. 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

mf  4  Here  let  the  son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  Anointed  shine  : 


I 


PSALM  132.  303 

Justice  and  truth  hi?  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

f     5  Here  let  Him  hold  a  lasting  throne  ; 
And,  as  his  kingdom  grows. 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes.  watts. 

Fourth  Version.— S.  P.  M.  Bethel    Dalsion, 

The  Church  and  House  of  God. 
mf  1   0  ZION,  sacred  seat, 

Where,  in  conununion  sweet. 

Thy  sons  and  daughters  joyful  sing! 
The  Lord,  forever  blest, 
Makes  thee  his  chosen  rest. 

And  shows  himself  thy  God  and  King! 

aff  2  Come  now,  our  King  and  God, 
And  take  up  thine  abode 

Within  thy  holy  Zion  here : 
Come  with  thy  Spirit's  might. 
And  shed  serene  delight, 

And  in  thy  wondrous  grace  appear! 

3  Thou  lovest  Zion  well, 
And  in  her  courts  dost  dwell, 

And  all  her  ample  stores  wilt  bless: 
Her  poor  shall  lind  supply, 
When  lifting  up  their  cry, — 

The  joyful  gifts  of  righteousness! 

4  In  glorious  garments  drest, — 
Robes  of  Salvation  blest. — 

Her  priests  the  heav'nly  blessings  bear: 
f         Come,  shout  to  Zion's  King, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing  ; 

His  head  th'  eternal  crown  shall  wear ! 

ALLEN. 

Fifth  Versiox. — 8,  7,  Sc  4.  Greenville.    Greece. 
God's  Presence  implored  in  Zion. 
1  HERE,  in  Zion,  dwell  forever  ; 
Lord,  now  enter  to  thy  rest ! 
Hence  depart  in  anger  never ! 
Here,  Lord,  make  thy  people  blest  I 


304  PSALM  132. 

Here  in  mercy, 
Make  thy  holy  people  blest ! 

2  In  thine  ancient  Zion,  glorious, 
Thou  didst  dwell  in  pow'r  and  love: 
There  thy  saving  word,  victorious, 
Pour'd  out  blessings  from  above : — 

Here,  in  mercy, 
Send  thy  word  too  from  above  ? 

3  Bless  thy  Zion  with  thy  treasures  ; 
Satisfy  her  poor  with  bread  ; 

Give  them  purest,  sweetest  pleasures  ; 
Let  them  with  thy  truth  be  fed: — 

Here,  in  mercy, 
Let  them  with  thy  truth  be  fed ! 

4  As  they  hear  the  Savior's  story, — 
Of  his  coming  from  above, — 

Let  them  in  the  Savior  glory  ; 
Let  them  taste  redeeming  love ! — 
Here,  in  mercy. 
Dip      Let  them  taste  redeeming  love ! — 

—  5  Zion's  heralds  here,  Lord,  station  ; 

Them  in  wondrous  grace  employ  ; 

And  her  priests  clothe  with  salvation, 
mf  Then  her  saints  shall  shout  for  joy: — 
mp  Here,  in  mercy, 

f         Let  her  saints  e'er  shout  for  joy !        allek. 

Sixth  Version. — 7s.  IVilmot.    Wilson. 
Prayer  for  God's  Presence  in  Zion. 
aff  1  TO  thy  house,  O  Lord,  we'll  go  ; 
Meet  Thou  with  us  in  thy  rest, 
Bending  at  thy  footstool  low: — 
Make  thy  holy  Zion  blest ! 

2  Lord,  with  righteousness  adorn 
Those,  as  priests  Thou  dost  employ! 

ml      Let  them  preach  a  Savior  born  ! 
Let  thy  saints  too  shout  for  joy! 

3  Thou  on  David's  throne  hast  placed 
Him, — both  David's  Lord  and  Son, — 
Jesus,  with  bright  glory  graced, 
Who  o'er  death  the  vict'ry  won ! 


PSALM  132.  305 

—  4  In  thy  Zion  ever  dwell 

As  thy  chosen  rest  fore'er: 
Let  the  thirsty,  at  thy  well, 
Drink  the  waters,  pure  and  clear! 

5  From  thy  stores,  Lord,  we  Thee  pray, 
Satisfy  her  poor  with  bread: — 
m(      Let  the  crown  be  bright  for  aye 

On  thy  own  Messiah's  head !  allen. 

Sevexth  Version. — 6  <^'  4.  Dort.  Italian  Hijmn, 
The  Church  arid  House  of  God. 
1   0  ZION,  sacred  seat. 
Where,  in  communion  sweet. 

Thy  people  sing. 
The  Lord,  forever  blest. 
Makes  thee  his  chosen  rest ; 
By  thee  He  is  address'd 
As  God  and  King! 

aff  2  Come,  now,  our  King  and  God, 
And  take  up  thine  abode 

In  Zion  here : 
Come  with  thy  Spirit's  might, 
And  shed  serene  delight, 
And  let  thy  truth's  strong  light 

Shine  forth  most  clear ! 

3  Thou  lovest  Zion  well. 
And  in  her  courts  dost  dwell. 

Her  stores  dost  bless; 
Her  poor  shall  find  supply. 
When  lifting  up  their  cry, — 
Gifts  from  their  God  on  high 

Of  righteousness! 

4  Her  priests  in  splendor  drest, — 
Robes  of  salvation  blest, — 

Rich  blessings  bear: 
mf      Come,  grateful  tribute  bring, 
And  hvmns  of  triumph  sing  3 
f         For  Thou,  0  Zion's  King, 

Heav'n's  crown  dost  wear!        allen. 


26* 


306  PSALM  133. 

133.  First  Version. — C.  M.  Santee,  Arlington. 
Brotherly  Love. 

1  LO,  what  a  pleasant,  gladd'ning  sight 
Are  brethren,  who  agree ! 
Brethren,  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite 
In  bands  of  piety ! 

2  When  streams  of  love  from  Christ,  the  spring, 
Descend  to  every  soul. 

And  heav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

S  'T  is  like  the  oil,  divinely  sweet, 
On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head  ; 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet. 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 

4  'T  is  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews, 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill. 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shews, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil.  watts. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Boylston,  Haverhill, 
Union  and  Peace. 

1  BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace. 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one. 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house. 
Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vowa 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 
The  saints  are  bless'd  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew  distils, 

p        And  all  the  air  is  love  1  watts. 


PSALM  133.  307 

Third  Versiox. — S.  M.  Shirlaiul,  Lathrop, 
Brotherly  Love. 

1  HOW  pleasant  is  the  love 
Of  brethren,  who  agree, 
Bound  by  a  spirit  from  above 
In  bonds  of  amity? 

2  'T  is  like  the  ointment  shed, — 
Balsam  of  fragrant  smell, — 

On  priestly  Aaron's  sacred  head. 
Which  down  his  garments  fell. 

5  The  trickling  oil  spreads  o'er 
His  beard  the  odors  sweet. 
And  thence  descends  the  fragrant  shower, 
E'en  downward  to  his  feet. 

^ol  4  'T  is  like  the  cheering  dew, 
Which  evening  airs  distil. 
That  soon  the  faded  green  renew 
On  Hermon's  lofty  hill. 

5  Of  like  the  silver  drops. 
That  shine  in  morning's  light. 
Decking  the  plants  on  Zion's  tops 
With  diamond  lustre  bright. 

f     6  0  Zion!  mount  of  God, 

Where  heav'n's  rich  blessings  flow. 
There  life  and  joys  are  shed  abroad, 
That  ne'er  an  end  shall  know!  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — S.  P.  INI.  Bethel.  Dalston, 
Friendships  and  Christian  Union, 
1  HOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree ! 

Each  in  their  proper  station  move  ; 
And  each  fulfil  their  part 
With  sympathising  heart 

In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ! 

$  'T  is  like  the  ointment,  shed 
On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet! 
The  oil  through  all  the  room 


3(»  PSALM  133. 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 

Ran  through  his  robes,  and  blest  his  feet. 

S  Like  fruitful  show'rs  of  rain. 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills  ; 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul. 

Where  love,  like  heav'nly  dew,  distils. 

WATTS. 

Fifth  Versiox. — H.  M.  Tiberias,  Harivich, 
Brotherly  Love. 
1  HOW  beautiful  the  sight 
Of  brethren,  who  agree 
In  friendship  to  unite. 
And  bonds  of  charity  ? 
'T  is  like  the  precious  ointment,  shed 
O'er  all  his  robes,  from  Aaron's  head. 

dol      2  'T  is  like  the  dews,  that  fill 

The  cups  of  Hermon's  flowers  ; 
Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill. 
Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers, 
When  mingling  odors  breathe  around, 

mf      And  glory  rests  on  all  the   ground ! 

—      3   For  there  the  Lord  commands 

Blessings  a  boundless  store 

From  his  misparing  hands, 

Yea,  life  forevermore  : 
mf      Thrice  happy  they,  who  meet  above. 

To  spend  eternity  in  love !  Montgomery. 

Sixth  Version. — Is.  Prentiss.  JVuremburg. 
Brotherly  Love. 

1  O,  HOW  pleasant  and  how  good. 
When  ye,  brothers,  dwell  in  love ! 
'T  is  like  precious  ointment's  flood, 
Pour'd  on  Aaron  from  above ! 

2  Flow'd  the  oil  adown  his  beard, — 
Fragrance  o'er  his  garments  shed ! 
So,  by  mutual  love  endear'd, 

raf      Heav'nly  odors  round  you  spread ! 


PSALM  133,  134.  309 

—  3  'T  is  like  dew  on  Zion's  hills, 

Pour'd  in  pearl}'  drops  at  night; — 
There  our  God  with  blessings  fills. 
Spreading  affluent  delight. 

4  Brothers !  live  in  peace  ahvay, 
mp      Breathe  the  spirit  from  above : 

—  Then  shall  men  in  wonder  say, 

mf      «'See,  how  Christians  dwell  in  love! ''      jlllen. 

Seventh  Versiox. — lis.  Pittsjield,  Prescott, 
Brotherly  Love. 

1  BEHOLD,  0  how  pleasant  and  lovely  the  view, 
When  brothers  in  peace  and  in  harmony  dwell? 
'Tis  fragrant,  as  oil,  which  did  Aaron  bedew, 
And  down  to  the  hem  of  his  vestments  it  fell. 

2  'Tis  rich,  as  the  dew  drops  from  Hermon's  high 

hills, 
Outpour'd  on  the  mountains  of  Zion  around: 
His  Zion  the  Lord  with  his  truth  ever  fills, 
f     And  there  shall  his  blessings  eternal  abound ! 

ALLEN. 


134.    First  Versiox. — S.  M.  Dover,  Lahan. 
Worship  of  God. 

mf  1  BEHOLD,  bless  ye  the  Lord, 
Ye  servants  of  your  God, 
All  ye,  who  love  his  holy  word, 
And  seek  his  blest  abode. 

2  In  his  own  house  let  praise 
Rise  up,  like  altar*s  flame  ; 
And  in  your  dwellings  raise 
Glad  songs  unto  hisname. 

3  The  Lord,  who  made  the  sea, 
And  earth  and  heav'n  above, 

From  Zion's  store-house  pour  on  thee 
The  blessings  of  his  love  !  allen. 


310  PSALM  134,   135. 

Second  Version. — 6  ^  4.  Dort.  Italian  Hymn, 

Worship  of  God  in  his  House. 
mf  1  BEHOLD,  bless  ye  the  Lord, 
All  ye,  who  love  his  word. 
Your  God  proclaim  ; 
Ye,  who,  a  holy  band. 
In  his  blest  house  do  stand, 
O  lift  up  there  your  hand. 
And  bless  his  name ! 

2  The  Lord,  enthron'd  on  high, 
Who  made  the  earth  and  sky. 

And  worlds  of  light, 
From  Zion  shed  on  thee 
<       Salvation,  rich  and  free, 
—      And  cause  thine  eyes  to  see 
<:  His  glories  bright !  allen. 


135.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Warrington,  Winchester, 
Vanity  of  Idols, 

1  GREAT  is  our  God  ;  and  He  doth  keep 
His  kingly  state  beyond  the  sky  ; — 
Through  earth  and  through  the  ocean  deep 
He  rules  in  glorious  majesty! 

2  Of  heathen  gods,  those  gods  of  gold. 

Or  stone,  which  by  men's  hands  were  made, 
The  nothingness  need  we  unfold. 
Which  by  themselves  is  all  displayed? 

3  For,  though  with  mouths,  they  cannot  speak; — 
With  ears,  no  vibratory  sounds 

On  a  perceiving  mind  e'er  break  ; — 

No  cry  their  slumb'ring  sense  e'er  wounds. 

4  With  eyes  full  prominent  and  bold. 
Yet  vainly  shines  on  them  the  light  ; — 
Their  worshipper  they  ne'er  behold  ; 
And  he,  like  them,  is  void  of  sight ! 

5  O,  ye,  who  God  Almighty  fear, — 
The  God,  whose  eye  is  sun-bright  flame, 

pp       And  who  the  whisper's  breath  doth  hear, — 
ff        Extol  and  praise  his  holy  name !         allen. 


«J 


PSALM  135.  311 

Second  Version*. — C.  M.  JS^ottingham,  Marlow. 
Praise  to  God. 
1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King  • 
Your  sweetest  passions  raise  ; 
Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

mf  2  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  ; 

—  Y'et  lowly  saints  are  near  his  throne. 
His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea  confess  his  hand  ; 
He  bids  the  vapors  rise  ; 
Lightning  and  storm,  at  his  command, 
f         Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies  ! 

—  4  Which  of  the  stocks,  the  heathen  trust, 

Can  give  them  show-rs  of  rain? 

In  vain  they  worship  glitt'ring  dust, 

And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 

5  Ye  saints,  adore  the  living  God, 
For  He  your  pray'r  will  hear  ; 
He  makes  the  Churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  faith  and  fear.         watts. 

Third    Version. — C.  M.  Blackburn.    Eastport. 
Idolatry. 

1  THE  idol  gods  of  yellow  gold. 
Of  silver,  brass,  or  wood. 

And  for  large  sums  to  sinners  sold 
In  shapes,  as  moulder  would  ;  — 

2  These  gods  have  mouths,  but  do  not  speak  ; 
With  eyes,  they  cannot  see  ; 

And,  if  their  limbs  the  mortals  break, 
Feel  not  the  injury ! 

3  These  gods  have  ears,  but  do  not  hear, 
Nor  through  their  throat  e'er  breathe : 
Like  them  their  worshippers  appear, 
Senseless,  who  garlands  wreathe. 

4  We  bid  such  folly  far  depart ! 
But,  though  unbow'd  to  block. 


312  PSALM  135. 

If  earthly  idol  have  our  heart. 

We,  too,  the  Lord  do  mock !  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — S.M.St. Thomas.  Westminster. 
Praise  to  God. 
mf  1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  on  high! 
Praise  ye  his  holy  name. 
Extol  his  glorious  majesty. 
And  his  great  love  proclaim ! 

2  O,  praise  Him,  for  He's  good  ; 
And  joyful  praises  sing, 
All  ye,  who  in  his  house  have  stood: — 
O,  praise  your  heav'nly  King ! 

S  In  heaven  is  his  throne. 

Whose  hosts  his  orders  keep  ; 

And  through  the  earth  He  reigns  alone, 

And  in  the  mighty  deep ! 

4  The  lightning  is  his  sword. 
And  executes  his  will  : 

The  rushing  tempest  bears  his  word, 
And  doth  his  law  fulfil. 

5  His  truth,  in  swifter  might, 
Fulfils  his  kind  intent  ; 

It  shines  forth  glorious  as  the  light. 
Kindling  the  firmament ! 

f     6  Praise  ye  the  Lord  on  high ! 
Praise  ye  his  holy  name. 
Extol  his  glorious  majesty. 
And  his  great  love  proclaim!  allen. 

Fifth  Version. — 7s.  Grant.  Turin. 
God  glorious* 
•  r    1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  extol  his  name. 
Ye,  who  in  his  house  adore  ; 
All  his  wondrous  works  proclaim, — 
Works  of  majesty  and  power! 

2  God  is  great  and  God  is  good. 
Great  in  might  and  rich  in  love  ; 
Heav'n,  and  earth,  and  bilPwy  flood 
Show  his  pow'r,  below,  above. 


PSALM  135.  313 

3  Mists,  that  rise  from  wat'r}'  plain, 
Lightnings,  gleamincr  from  the  cloud, 
Rushing  wind  and  hurricane, 
All  his  glories  speak  abroad ! 

mp  4  Egypt  moum'd  her  first-bom  dead  ; 

Egypt's  monarch,  in  his  pride, 
>  Sank  in  waters  deep,  like  lead, 
—       Smitten  by  the  Pow'r  defied. 

5  Lord,  thy  name  fore'er  endures, 
Thy  memorial  in  each  age: 
Mercy  to  thy  saints  secures 
f         Heav'n's  high,  lasting  heritage  !         allen. 

Sixth  Version-. — 7.s.  JVilmct.    Wilson. 
Praise  to  God. 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

1  PRAISE  to  God,  ye  righteous,  sing  ; 
Praise  to  heav'n's  eternal  King ! 

CHORUS. 

All  within  his  temple  gate, 
Praise  the  Lord,  supremely  great ! 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

2  Sing  aloud,  with  joy  proclaim 
All  the  glories  of  his  name. 

CHORUS. 

Through  the  heav'n  and  earth  the  Lord 
Rules  by  his  almighty  word. 

»EMI-CHORUS. 

3  Egypt!  in  the  midst  of  thee 
Wondrous  was  his  majesty  ! 

CHORUS. 

Canaan!  all  thy  kingdoms  fell. 
Heritage  of  Israel ! 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

4  Israel !  Jehovah  bless, 

God  of  truth  and  righteousness! 

CHORUS. 

Let  his  praise  from  Zion's  hill 

Spread,  till  all  the  earth  it  fill!  alle^. 


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314  PSALM  136. 

136.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Brewer.  Appleton, 
Wondrous  Works  of  God. 
1  GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways : 
f         Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  ; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song !  - 

—  2  He  built  the  earth.  He  spread  the  sky, 
And  fix'd  the  starry  lights  on  high: 
He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light. 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night. 

3  His  people,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
He  guided  to  the  promis'd  land : 
f         Give  the  Lord  of  lords  renown. 

The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  I 

mp  4  He  saw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  sin, 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within  ; 
He  sent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave. 

5  Through  this  vain  world  He  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  seat: 
mf      Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  ; 
f         Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song !         watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Baltimore,  Ellenthorpe , 

Wondrous  Works  of  God. 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  whose  word  is  sure, 
Whose  mercies  ever  shall  endure: 

CHORUS. 

mf      To  Him,  o'er  all,  that  live,  supreme, — 

Who  pours  abroad  life's  boundless  stream! 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

2  To  Him,  whose  mighty  arm  hath  spread 
Yon  azure  arch  wide  o'er  our  head: 

CHORUS. 

And  earth's  foundations  deeply  placed 
With  power  divine  and  skill  untraced. 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

3  To  Him,  who  made  the  golden  sun 
His  course  by  day  untir'd  to  run: 


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PSALM   136.  316 

CHORUS. 

And  moon  and  stars,  at  coming  night, 
To  gild  the  darkness  with  their  light. 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

4  To  Him,  who  once  th'  oppressor's  yoke 
From  oil' his  chosen  people  broke: 

CHORUS. 

And  led  them  w  ith  his  outstretched  hand 
Amidst  their  foes  to  Canaan's  land. 

CHORUS. 

5  To  Him,  whose  arm  redeems  our  souls. 
And  ragincr  powers  of  sin  controls: — 
Give  thanks  to  God,  whose  word  is  sure, 
Whose  mercies  ever  shall  endure !         allex. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  Amboij.    JVestford. 
Wondrous  Works  of  God. 
mf  1   GIVE  thanks  to  God,  the  sov'reign  Lord, 
His  mercies  still  endure  ; 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd  ; 
His  truth  is  ever  sure ! 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wisdom  done.^ 
How  mighty  is  his  hand : 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea  He  fram'd  alone ; 
How  wide  is  his  command? 

—  3  The  sun  supplies  the  day  with  light  ; 

How  bright  his  counsels  shine? 

The  moon  and  stars  adorn  the  night  ; 
mf      His  works  are  all  divine  ! 

mp  4  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin. 
He  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
How  sad  the  state  the  world  was  in  ? 
How  boundless  was  his  love  ? 

5  He  sent  to  save  us  from  our  wo  ; — 
His  goodness  never  fails  ; — 
From  death,  and  hell,  and  every  foe. 
And  still  his  grace  prevails. 

f     6  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav-nly  King, 
His  mercies  still  endure  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praises  sing, 
His  truth  is  ever  sure.  watts. 


316  PSALM  136.  ™| 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.   Coronation.  Dedham. 
Praise  to  God. 

SOLO. 

mf  1  GIVE  thanks  to  God  beyond  the  sky, — 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end  ; — 

SOLO. 

Who  fram'd  the  radiant  worlds  on  high  ; 

CHORUS, 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end, 

80L0. 

2  He  made  the  sun,  day's  glorious  light, 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end  ; 

SOLO. 

The  moon  and  stars  to  rule  by  night ; 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end. 

SOLO. 

3  He  smote  th'  Egyptian  tyrant  dead, 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end  ; 

SOLO. 

And  through  the  sea  his  people  led, 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end. 

SOLO. 

4  He  planted  them  in  Canaan's  soil, 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end  ; 

SOLO. 

Whose  fruits  reward  their  care  and  toil, 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end. 

SOLO. 

5  He  sent  his  Son  to  save  our  souls, 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end  ; 

SOLO. 

His  grace  our  evil  hearts  controls  ; 

CHORUS, 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end. 


PSALM  136.  317 

SOLO. 

6  He  ransoms  us  from  sin  and  wo  ; 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end: — 

SOLO. 

To  God  let  ceaseless  praises  flow ! 

CHORUS. 

His  mercy  ne'er  shall  end!  allen. 

Fifth  Version. — U.'M.  Harwich.  Stow, 
Praise  to  God. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God  most  high. 
The  universal  Lord, 
Supreme  beyond  the  sky, 

And  be  his  grace  ador'd  : 

His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same,  And  let  his  name 

Have  endless  praise. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand! 
What  wonders  He  hath  done ! 
Earth  heard  his  strong  command  ; 
He  spread  the  heav'ns  alone: 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure,  And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 

S  He  sent  his  only  Son 
To  save  us  from  our  wo  ; 
And  He  the  vict'ry  won 
O'er  ev'ry  hurtful  foe: 

His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same,  And  let  his  name 

Have  endless  praise. 

4  Give  thanks  with  holy  mirth 
To  God,  the  heav'nly  King, 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  sing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
^Shall  still  endure.  And  ever  sure 

Abides  thy  word.  watts. 

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318  PSALM  136. 

Sixth  Version. — 7s.  Wilmot.  Mullum. 

Solo,  or  Semi-Chorus. 

1  LET  us  with  a  gladsome  mind 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind  5 

Chorus. 
For  his  mercies  ay  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo. 

2  Who  w^ith  all-commanding  might 
FilPd  the  new-made  world  with  light  5- 

Chorus. 
For  his  mercies  ay  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo. 
S  Caus'd  the  golden-tressed  sun 
All  day  long  his  course  to  run  ; 

Chorus. 
For  his  mercies  ay  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo. 

4  Horned  moon  to  shine  by  night 
'Mongst  her  spangled  sisters  bright ; 

Chorus. 
For  his  mercies  ay  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo. 

5  He  with  thunder-clasping  hand 
Smote  the  proud  of  Egypt's  land  ; 

Chorus. 
For  his  mercies  ay  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo. 

6  And  his  chosen  people  blest 

With  the  long-sought  Canaan's  rest ; 

Chorus. 
For  his  mercies  ay  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo. 

7  Us  He  hath  with  pitying  eye 
Ransom'd  from  our  misery : 


PSALM  136.  319 

Chorus. 
For  his  mercies  ay  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo. 

8  All  the  living  He  doth  feed, 
With  full  hand  supplies  their  need  ; 

Chorus, 
For  his  mercies  ay  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Chorus. 

9  Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 
His  great  majesty  and  worth, 
For  his  mercies  ay  endure, 

Ever  faithful  ever  sure.  milton. 

Seventh  Version. — Ts.  Kimball.  JSWembiirg. 
Perfections  and  Providence  of  God, 

1  LIFT  your  voice,  and  thankful  sing 
Praises  to  your  heav'nly  King  5 
For  his  blessings  far  extend, 

And  his  mercy  knows  no  end. 

2  Be  the  Lord  your  only  theme, 
Who  of  gods  is  God  supreme  ; 
He,  to  whom  all  lords  beside 
Bow  the  knee,  their  faces  hide : 

3  Who  asserts  his  just  command 
By  the  wonders  of  his  hand  ; 

He,  whose  wisdom,  thron'd  on  high, 
Built  the  mansions  of  the  sky; 

4  He,  who  bade  the  wat'iy  deep 
In  appointed  bounds  to  keep, 
And  the  stars,  that  gild  the  pole, 
Through  unmeasur'd  ether  roll: 

5  Thee,  O  sun,  whose  pow'rful  ray 
Rules  the  empire  of  the  day  ; 

You,  0  moon  and  stars,  whose  light 
Cheers  the  darkness  of  the  night. 

6  He  with  food  sustains,  0  earth, 

All,  which  claim  from  thee  their  birth  ; 


320  PSALM  136,   137. 

For  his  blessings  wide  extend. 

And  his  mercy  knows  no  end.         merrick. 

Eighth  Version. — lis,  Tappan.  Portuguese  H. 
Praise  to  God, 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  the  Lord,  who  is  mighty  in  power. 
And  whom  all  the  heavenly  hosts  do  adore  ; 

Give  thanks  to  Jehovah,  whom  angels  obey. 
His  mercy  endureth  forever  and  aye : 

2  To  Him,  who  alone  doeth  wonders  of  might, 
Who  made  the  high  arch  and  its  torches  of  light. 
The  sun,  which  hath  rule  o'er  the  heavens  by  day, 
The  moon,  which  by  night  doth  his  goodness  display  : 

3  To  Him,  who  did  smite  the  Egyptians' proud  king, 
And  out  from  their  land  his  own  people  did  bring, 
Who  led  them  unharm'd  through  the  midst  of  the  deep, 
While,  lo,  in  the  sea,  their  foes  sleep  their  last  sleep! 

4  Who  guided  their  steps  through  the  deserts  of  sand. 
And  brought  them  triumphant  to  Canaan's  fair  land  : 
Give  thanks  unto  God,  and  his  wonders  display. 

His  mercy  endureth  forever  and  aye  !         allen. 


137.  First  Version. — L.  M, 'Randolph,  Ramoth, 

Zion  in  Captivity  and  Tears. 
p     1  WE  wept,  where  Babel's  river  flows, 

As  Zion  in  our  mem'ry  rose  ; 

Our  harp  we  hung  on  willow  tree, 

'Twas  tuneless  in  captivity ! 

2  But  they,  who  held  our  chains,  did  say, 
mf      "Come,  strike  a  cheerful,  merry  lay  ; 
Come,  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  songs, 
That  to  your  pleasant  harp  belongs!" 

p     3  Our  harp  has  lost  its  melody. 

Which  flow'd  in  Judah's  land  so  free, 
And  ne'er  will  2^on's  song  resound, 
Tp  Zion's  hill  agai^a  is  found. 


PSALM  137.  321 

f     4  Then  will  a  sontr  of  triumph  rise 

For  s^vift-^^^nIr''(l  jiulirinent  from  the  skies, 
ff  When  God  shall  speak  in  thuniler':s  tone, 
mp      And  smite  thee,  guilty  Babylon!  allex. 

Secoxd  Version. — L.  iM.  Randolph.  Ramoih. 

Zion  in  Captivity, 

p     1  WE  wept  by  proud  Euphrates'  stream, 
For  Zion  was  our  mourntul  theme  ; 
Our  silent  harps  on  willows  hung. 
Our  much-lov'd  songs  no  more  are  sung. 

2  Our  foes  exelaim  in  taunting  throngs, 
mf      Come  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  songs !  " 
p         How  can  we  sing  in  foreign  land, 

With  slavery's  chain  upon  our  hand? 

mf  3  0  Salem!  once  our  happy  seat. 

Where  jo}-ful  we  were  wont  to  meet, 
—      When  I  forget  thee,  let  my  tongue 
>       Be  silent,  like  my  harp  unstrung! 

aff  4  Our  pitying  God  beholds  our  tears, 

<;       And  with  his  glorious  promise  cheers, — 

''Your  chains  shall  fall,  your  harps  once  more 
f<     Their  holiest  melody  shall  pour! '-  allen. 

Third  Versiox. — C.  M.  Alexandria.    Patmos, 
The  Christian  mourning  his  Sins. 

mp  1  CAPTIVES,  in  distant  land  we  roam, 
Where  Babel's  river  tlows, 
And  think  of  Zion  and  our  home. 
And  mourn  our  bitter  woes. 

2  Ah!  who  sweet  peace  or  joy  can  find, 
Far  from  his  native  land, — 

His  limbs  by  shameful  chains  confined, 
No  harp  held  in  his  hand? 

3  On  willow  trees  our  harps  are  hung, — 
Our  voices  still,  as  they! 

Our  melodies  no  more  are  sung. 
For  night  o'erspreads  our  day ! 


322  PSALM,  137. 

4  Our  masters'  taunts  our  souls  annoy  ; 
They  scoff,  with  cruel  wrongs, — 
mf      ''Come,  strike  again  your  harps  of  joy, 
And  sing  your  Zion's  songs !  " 

-r-  5  In  foreign  land  how  can  we  sing? 

How  God's  own  anthems  raise  ? 
aff      Shall  we  again,  O  Zion's  King, 

Thee  in  thy  Salem  praise  ? 

6  Restore  us  to  our  much-lov'd  land! 
Bring  us  to  Zion's  hill ! — 
Forgetting  her,  let  my  right  hand 
Forget  its  harping  skill ! 

7  Then  let  my  tongue  in*  silence  be, 
Fast  cleaving  to  its  roof  ! 

If,  Salem,  thou  art  not  to  me 

Beyond  all  earth's  behoof!  allen. 

i^'ouRTH  Ver. — 8  &  6.  Lanesboro\   Woodstock, 
[Repeat  the  third  line  of  tune  of  W.] 
Zion  in  Captivity . 
P     1  CAPTIVES,  we  sat  by  Babel's  stream, 
Our  harps  on  willows  hung: 
In  gloom  no  cheering  light  doth  beam, 
No  more  is  Zion's  praise  our  theme, 
No  more  her  songs  are  sung ! 

2  Poor  captives  in  a  foreign  land, 
Our  foes  exclaim  in  throngs, — 
mf      ''Come,  strike  your  harp  with  merry  hand  ; — 
Come  with  your  glad,  melodious  band 
And  sing  your  Zion's  songs !" 

mp  3  O  Salem !  once  our  happy  seat, — 
Forgetting  thee,  let  tongue. 
Gone  all  its  notes,  melodious,  sweet. 
Ne'er  more  give  forth  its  utt'rance  meet, — 
Silent, — as  harp  unstrung ! 

—  4  Our  God  beholds  our  captive  state: — 
He  says, — "Your  harps  once  more, 
In  Zion's  courts,  now  desolate, 
f         Their  holiest  songs,  with  gladness  great, 
<  In  melody  shall  pour !"  allen. 


PSALM   137.  323 

Fifth  Version. — 75.  Palmer.  Turin. 
Zion  in  Affliction. 
mp  1  SITTING  doAvii  by  Babel's  stream, 
As  we,  Zion,  thought  of  thee, 
Lo,  the  tear-drops  frequent  gleam, 
Flowing  from  our  eye-lids  free: 
Then,  our  harps  too,  all  unstrung, 
High  on  willow  trees  were  hung. 

2  They,  who  had  us  .captive  led, 
And  who  held  us  in  their  chains, 
mf      ''Come,  be  merry!"  taunting  said, 

''Let  us  hear  your  mirthful  strains!" 
Still  they  said  in  scornful  throngs, 
"Sing  us  one  of  Zion's  songs !" 

—  3  How  can  we,  poor  captives,  sing 
Songs  of  God  in  foreign  land  ? 
How  extol  our  Zion's  King, 

While  we  wear  the  captive's  band, 
And  the  scoffer  oft  doth  cry, 
"Where's  your  God,  the  Lord  most  High?  " 

4  Salem !  if  I  thee  forget, — 
mf  Thee,  where  Siloa's  fountain  flows. 

Thee,  where  tribes  of  brethren  met, 
And  the  smoke  of  incense  rose  ; — 
mp      Let  my  right  hand  lose  its  skill, 
len      Let  my  tongue  fore'er  be  still !  allen. 

Sixth  Version. — \0s.  Wilhraham.  Savannah, 
Zion  in  Captivity. 
p     1  POOR  captives,  sitting  down  by  Babel's  stream. 
Our  silent  harps  we  on  the  willows  hung  ; 
No  more  is  Zion's  praise  our  joyful  theme, 
No  more  our  sweet  and  holy  hymns  are  sung. 

2  Poor  captives  in  a  foreign,  pagan  land. 

Our  foes  exclaim,  regardless  of  our  wrongs,^— 
i>        Come,  strike  your  pleasant  harps  with  merry 
hand, 
Come,  sing  us  one  of  your  glad  Zion's  songs  !'^ 


324  PSALM  137. 

P    3  O  Salem!  once  our  glorious,  blessed  seat! 

When  I  forget  thee,  let  my  palsied  tongue, — 
Gone  all  its  notes  of  melody  most  sweet, — 
Be  silent,  like  my  tuneless  harp  unstrung! 

4  Our  God  beholds  our  wTetched,  captive  state. 
And  says  in  tender  love, — "Your  harps  once 

more 
In  much-lov'd  Zion's  courts,  with  joy  elate, 
<:       Their  sweetest,  holiest  melody  shall  pour !" 

ALLEK. 

Seve>'th  Version. — 10  Sf  8. 
Zion  in  Captivity. 

1  WHERE  flows  in  silence  Babel's  stream, 
We  sat  down  sad  ;  we  wept  with  bitter  grief, 

As  we  awak'd  from  home's  most  pleasant  dream. 
And  found  ourselves  poor  tln*alls  without  relief  j—» 

As  we  remember'd  Zion's  hill, 
0,  what  deep  sorrows  did  our  bosoms  fill? 

2  Our  harps,  all  silent  and  unstrung, 

We  hang'd  upon  the  weeping,  willow  trees  ; — 
And,  when  upon  the  branches  there  they  hung, 
They  seem'd  to  mourn  in  every  passing  breeze : 

It  was  a  faint  and  tuneless  sound  ; — 
It  only  made  our  sorrows  more  abound. 

3  The  men,  who  bad  us  captive  led, 
The  wasters  of  our  land  with  cruel  wrongs, 
With  taunting  and  unpitying  spirit  said, 
''Come  now,  and  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  songs! 

Come  now,  and  veiy  mirthful  be. 
Come,  take  your  harps,  and  sing  most  merrily!' 

4  But  how  can  we,  poor  captives,  sing 

The  Lord's  sweet  song  in  foreign,  godless  land? 
How  can  we  strike  the  harp's  melodious  string  ?- 
Salem!  if  I  forget  thee,  let  my  hand 
Forget  her  cunning,  let  my  voice 
Cleave  silent  to  its  roof,  and  ne'er  rejoice! 

ALLEN. 


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PSALM   138.  325 

138.    First  Version . — L.  M.  Mendon,  Brewer, 

God's  Mercy. 
f  M  1   WITH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song, 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes,  I  raise. 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise, 

—  2  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

3  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrow  and  from  sins: 
The  work,  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes.  watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.    Walton.  Ellenthoiye, 

God's  Mercy  praised, 
Aff  1  WITHIN  thy  holy  temple's  bound 
My  songs  of  praise  shall  oft  resound  ; 
I'll  sing  thy  grace  and  wondrous  love, 
Thy  truth,  descending  from  above. 

2  Though,  Lord,  thy  throne  is  iix'd  on  high, 
Yet  to  the  lowly  art  Thou  nigh  ; 

And,  when  thy  mourning  servants  pray. 
Their  night  Thou  turnest  into  day ! 

3  Midst  trouble  though  I  weary  walk, 
And  wrathful  foes  around  me  stalk. 
Thy  word  my  firm  support  shall  be. 
And  all  mine  enemies  shall  flee. 

4  And,  when  around  me  shall  be  spread 
>       The  gloomy  shadows  of  the  dead, 

mf      Thy  mercy.  Lord,  shall  still  endure, — 

Thy  truth  unmov'd, — thy  promise  sure!  alle^. 

Third  Version. — H.  M.  Harwich.    Stow, 
Praise  of  the  King  of  kings. 
Aff      1  0  THOU,  my  heav'nly  King, 
To  Thee  I'll  grateful  raise 
My  anthems  loud  of  praise. 
And  in  thy  temple  sing  ; 
23 


39G  PSALM  138,  139. 

ril  praise  Thee  for  thy  truth  and  love. 
Thy  wondrous  mercy  from  above ! 

2  All  kings  shall  praise  Thee,  Lord, 
When  they  thy  truth  shall  know, 
^Yhen  love  to  them  shall  flow, — 
And  joy  from  thy  good  word  ; 
Yea,  in  thy  paths  they'll  gladly  sing, 
Extolling  Thee,  their  glorious  King!     allei 

Fourth  Version. — 6  St  4.  Dort.  Italian  Hymn. 
Praise  for'  God's  Mercy. 
Aff  1  WITHIN  thy  house  with  songs 
I'll  meet,  0  Lord,  the  throngs, 

Which  worship  Thee; 
With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise 
My  anthems  to  thy  praise. 
For  Mercy's  bright  displays, — ■ 
Thy  love  to  me  ! 

2  Thou  art  a  God  of  truth, 
Of  kindness  and  of  ruth, 
And  tender  love : 
Thou  heard'st  my  mournful  cry, 
And  wast  a  Savior  nigh 
From  thy  bright  throne  on  high, — 
From  heav'n  above ! 

S  And  ever  shall  thy  hand 
Redeem  the  contrite  band. 

That  humbly  bow: 
Though  in  dark,  troublous  way 
Great  evils  would  dismay. 
My  soul  on  Thee  shall  stay. 

And  safety  know !  allen. 


139.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Sunderland,  Windham. 

The  all-seeing  God. 
AS  1  LORD,  Thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  through; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 


PSALM  139.  327 

2  Within  thy  circling:  pow*r  I  stand, 
On  ev'ry  side  1  find  thy  hand  ; 
mf      Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God ! 

aff  3  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  1  rove,  where'er  I  resti 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there !         watts* 

Second  Versiox. — L.  M.  Hebron.    Rockingham, 
God  all-seeing  and  present  every  where. 
Aff  1  0,  LORD,  I'm  ever  in  thine  eye, 

And  Thou  my  secret  thoughts  dost  spy, 
My  path  Thou  compassest  around. 
And  all  my  actions  Thou  dost  bound* 

2  O,  whither  shall  I  go,  to  flee 
The  presence  of  immensity? 
Should  I  ascend  to  heav'nly  light. 
Thy  glory  there  shines  out  most  bright. 

3  Down  to  the  grave  should  I  repair, 
Thou  wouldst  be  present  with  me  there  j 
In  distant  lands  beyond  the  sea. 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  would  be  with  me. 

4  And  if  I  say,  the  shades  of  night 
Shall  surely  hide  me  from  thy  sight  ;— 
Yet  noon  of  night,  like  noon  of  day, 
To  Thee  will  all  my  deeds  display! 

5  Then  teach  me,  Lord,  as  in  thy  view 
The  path  of  goodness  to  pursue, 
That,  when  from  earth  my  soul  is  free, 

I  may  be  present.  Lord,  with  Thee !         allen. 

Third  Versiox. — C,  M.  Spencer.  Dundee. 
God's  Omnipresence  and  Omniscience* 
Aff  1  IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence.  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all  surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  rising  and  my  rest, 


328  PSALM  139. 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways. 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

mf  3  O,  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high! 
—       Where  can  a  creature  hide? 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie. 

Beset  on  ev'ry  side. 

mf  4  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  sov'reign  love  !  witts. 

Fourth  Version. — S.  M.  Olmutz.    Watchman. 
Sincerity  professed  "before  God. 
1  THE  wicked  Thou  wilt  slay. 
In  thy  great  wrath,  0  God, 
Unless  they  turn  from  evil  w^ay. 
In  which  their  feet  have  trod. 

9  The  men  wdth  bloody  stain. 
The  men,  who  Thee  blaspheme. 
And  those,  who  take  thy  name  in  vain, — 
All  these  my  foes  I  deem. 

mp  3  For  wicked  men  I  mourn. 

In  all  their  guilt  and  gloom  ; — 
O,  let  them  unto  Thee  return. 
And  flee  th'  avenging  doom! 

4  Search  me  ;  my  heart  survey  ; 
aff      Be  mercy  to  me  given : — 

0  make  me  feel  thy  Spirit's  sway, 

<  And  lead  me  up  to  heaven  !  illen. 

Fifth  Version. — 75.  JVoricich,  PleyeVs  Hymn, 

God's  Omnipresence. 

mp  1  WHERE  from  Thee,  can  I,  Lord,  go.? 
Whither  from  thine  eye  repair.? 
If  to  gloomy  world  below, 

<  Or  to  heaven  ; — Thou  art  there ! 

—  2  If  the  morning's  wings  I  take. 

And  with  speed  of  light  should  fly 
Where  the  western  billows  break, — 
There,  0  Lord,  I  meet  thine  eye ! 


PSALM   139.  329 

mp  3  If  I  say,  the  veil  of  night 

Spreads  o'er  me  impervious  gloom  ; 

mf      Darkness  is  with  Thee  as  light. 
Night  thy  presence  doth  illume ! 

aff  4  Then,  O  Lord,  the  thought  of  Thee^ 
Let  it  all  my  steps  attend, 
Urging  ev'ry  sin  to  flee, 
That  in  heav'n  my  path  may  end!         allen. 

Sixth  Version. — 75.  Palmer,  Rutland. 
God^s  Omnipresence. 

1  LORD,  Thou  searchest  all  my  heart! 
Ne'er  from  Thee  can  I  depart  ; 
Rising  up,  or  lying  down, 

All  my  ways  by  Thee  are  known, 
All  my  thoughts  are  seen  by  Thee, 
God  of  glorious  majesty! 

2  From  thy  Spirit  w  here  shall  I, 
From  thy  presence  whither  fly  ^ 
Up  to  heaven  ?  Thou  art  there ! — 
In  th'  abyss  of  dark  despair? 
Even  there  is  felt  thy  power, — 
Present  justice  every  hour! 

3  If  I  fly  w^ith  morning's  wings, 
As  the  dawn  its  radiance  flings. 
And  in  distant  sea  do  dwell ; 
There  thy  hand  doth  guide  me  w^ell: 
There  Thou,  Lord,  art  near  to  me, 
There  thy  glory  I  shall  see. 

4  If  I  say,  '"T  is  light  reveals, — 
Darkness  from  thy  view  conceals!  " 
Night  shall  then  to  me  be  day. 
Darkness  all  my  deeds  display. 
Night,  0  God,  to  Thee  shines  free, — 
Light  and  darkness  one  to  Thee, 

aff  5  Then,  Jehovah,  let  me  fear 
Thy  just  scrutiny  severe  ; 
Nor,  w^hen  tempter  plies  his  art. 
Let  my  soul  from  Thee  depart, 

28* 


330  PSALM  140,  141. 

Since,  0  God,  thy  pow'r  is  nigh, 

Since  I'm  ever  in  thine  eye !  allen. 


PSALM  140 — L.  M.    Walton.    Duke  Street 
Prayer  for  Protection. 

1  MINE  enemies  have  laid  their  snare, 
The  tempter  spread  his  net  forme  ; 

aff      O,  Lord  my  God,  regard  my  prayer. 
And  let  me  thy  salvation  see ! 

2  Each  meditated  ill  prevent, 
Each  ^^dcked  project  overthrow, 
Lest,  prosp'rous,  proud,  and  insolent. 
In  boastfulness  exult  the  foe. 

3  Thou  wilt  the  rightful  cause  maintain, 

And  vindicate  the  poor  oppress'd  ; 
None  thy  kind  aid  shall  seek  in  vain, 
Nor  deem  his  confidence  unblest. 

4  Surely,  thy  righteous  servants.  Lord, 

Thy  ^race  and  pow'r  shall  joyful  tell ; 
mf      They  shall  inherit  high  reward. 

And  in  thy  presence  ever  dwell!  allen. 


141.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Walton.  Winchester, 
Worship  of  God:  Prayer  for  the  Righteous. 

1  MY  God,  accept  my  early  vows. 
Like  morning  incense,  in  thy  house  ; 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them.  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rash  and  heedless  word, 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path,  where  sinners  lead. 

3  0,  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way! 

mp      Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
-<       Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 


I 


PSALM   141,  142.  331 

mp  4  When  I  behold  them  press'd  with  grief, 

I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief, 
mf      And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove, 

How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love,      watts. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  JValtoii.  Duke  Street, 
God's  Favor  sought. 
Aff  1  LORD  J  when  I  cry  to  Thee,  give  ear, 
My  earnest  supplication  hear  ; 
And  let  my  pray'r,  like  incense,  rise. 
Or  smoke  of  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Teach  me    the  door  of  speech  to  guard, 
And  constant  keep  a  watch  and  ward  ; 
My  heart  to  naught  of  ill  incline. 
Nor  let  me  from  thy  word  decline. 

S  But,  should  I  from  thy  precepts  stray, 

Let  righteous  men  reprove  my  way  ; 
mf      Their  wise  reproof  shall  cheer  my  head. 

Like  oil  of  gladness  o'er  me  spread!     allen. 


142.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  JVindham.  Medicay. 
God  a  Refuge. 
Aff  1  IN  all  my  straits  to  Thee  I'll  cr^'. 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  my  God,  most  high. 
Nor  will  I  cease  to  seek  thy  face. 
And  supplicate  thy  wondrous  grace. 

2  My  way  is  thick  beset  with  snares, 
And  for  my  soul  no  brother  cares  ; 
Before  my  num'rous  foes  I  quail. 
And  earthly  refuge  seems  to  fail. 

S  Yet,  when  I  cr}^  to  Thee,  0  Lord, 
I  find  a  refuge  in  thy  word  ; 
mf      Thy  promises  sustain  my  soul. 

And  all  my  restless  fears  control.  ] 

aff  4  Behold  me,  Lord,  brought  very  low  ; 

My  pow'rful  foes  still  bend  their  bow  ; 
f  O,  burst  my  chains  and  prison-door  ; 

<       Then  will  I  praise  Thee  evermore!        allen. 


332  PSALM  142. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Lathrop,  Compton, 

Praise  for  Deliverance, 
Aff  1  TO  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  cried, 
To  Thee  I  made  my  prayer. 
When,  sorrowful,  I  mom-n'd  and  sighed, 
And  was  o'erwhelm'd  with  care. 

2  Then  Thou  my  path  didst  see. 
And  all  my  foes  didst  know  ; 
How  they  did  la}'  a  snare  for  me, 
My  soul  to  overthrow. 

3  When  refuge  fail'd,  O  Lord, 
Then  Fto  Thee  did  cry, 

And  Thou  didst  send  thy  pow'rful  word, 
To  bring  salvation  nigh ! 

4  From  prison-gloom  to  light, 
From  shame  to  honor  brought, — 

mf      I  praise  thy  saving  arm  of  might, 

<:       Thy  love  beyond  all  thought!  allen. 

Third  Version. — 7s.  JVorwich.  PleyeVs  Hymn. 
Prayer  to  God  in  Trouble* 
Aff  1  LORD,  to  Thee  I  rais'd  my  cry, 
Pour'd  to  Thee  my  sad  complaint, 
Show'd  my  grief  with  many  a  sigh, 
<        Sought  Thee  sorr'wing,  weak,  and  faint. 

mp  2  Overwhelm'd  with  all  my  w^o, 
Vainly  look'd  I  round  for  aid  ; 
Refuge  fail'd  me  here  below, 
Not  a  friend  his  love  displayed. 

aff  3  Lord,  to  Thee  I  rais'd  my  cry, 

''Thou,"  I  said,"  my  refuge  art  ; 
Send  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 
Cheer  my  broken,  bleeding  heart. 

4  ''Bring  my  soul  from  prison  deep  ; 
Then,  with  sweets  of  liberty, 
mf      Harp  strings  with  loud  praise  I'll  sweep, 

And  the  good  shall  honor  Thee !"  allen* 


PSALM  143.  333 

143.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Medway.  Luz. 

Earnest  Supplication^ 
Aff  1  GIVE  ear,  0  Lord,  unto  my  cry, 

And  save  ine,  lest  my  soul  should  die  ; 

Thy  servant  with  thy  favor  bless. 

And  answer  me  in  righteousness. 

2  In  judgment  enter  not  with  me. 

For  man  can  ne'er  be  just  with  Thee: 
My  sins  abase  me  to  the  ground, — 
In  vain  for  help  I  look  around. 

3  Ah,  who  this  darkness  shall  dispel, 
And  snatch  me  from  the  verge  of  hell. ^ 
Who  shall  my  prostrate  spirit  raise, 
And  change  my  grief  to  songs  of  praise  ? 

4  My  hands,  0  Lord,  I  stretch  to  Thee, 
For  Thou  canst  set  the  captive  free: 
How  wonderful  thy  works  of  old, 
When  Israel  was  in  bondage  sold? 

f     5  The  rock-imprison'd  waters  bursty 

—       And  quench'd  thy  people's  raging  thirst: 

aff       So,  Lord,  my  raging  thirst  supply 

With  streams  of  life  from  rock  on  high ! 

6  0,  banish,  Lord,  my  guilty  fear  ; 
Thy  loving  kindness  let  me  hear  ; 
Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will. 
And  guide  me  by  thy  Spirit  still !         all  en. 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Boylston.  Inverness, 
Confession  and  Prayer. 

1  NO  man,  who  dwells  in  dust. 
In  earthly  residence. 
With  Thee,  O  God,  can  e'er  be  just. 
Or  plead  his  innocence. 

Aff  2  Then  in  thy  mercy  hear, 
And  listen  to  my  cry  ; 
Let  thy  redeeming  pow'r  be  near. 
And  save  me,  lest  I  die ! 


334  PSALM  144. 

3  I  think  on  by-gone  days, 
On  all  thy  works  of  old : 

O,  make  to  me,  too,  bris^ht  displays 
Of  wondrous  love  untold ! 

4  O,  hear  me.  Lord,  with  speed, 
For,  lo,  my  spirit  fails : 

My  strength  is  but  a  broken  reed, 
My  guilt  my  soul  bewails. 

5  In  Thee  I  yet  confide; 
Thy  SjDJrit,  Lord,  is  good  ; 

For  His  sake,  who  for  me  once  died, 
And  pour'd  the  crimson  flood, — 

6  My  many  sins  forgive. 

And  shed  the  heav'nly  power, 
And  let  me  in  thy  presence  live, 
mf      To  praise  Thee  evermore !  a 


m 


144  First  Ver,— L.  M.  Warrington.  St.Peter's. 

God  gives  the   Victory. 

f     1  BLEST  be  the  Lord,  my  strength  and  shield, 
Who  arms  me  for  the  battle  field. 
Whose  aid  in  ev'ry  fight  is  nigh, 
And  who  o'er  sin  gives  victory ! 

—  2  Yet  must  the  contest  be  renewed, 

Till  every  foe  is  quite  subdued  ; 
mf      Then  bow  thy  heavens  and  come  do^Ti, 

And  let  thy  mighty  pow'r  be  known ! 

S  If  with  thine  awful  thunder's  stroke 

Thou  smite  the  mountains,  they  will  smoke  ; 
Thine  arr'wy  lightnings,  as  they  blaze, 
Will  fill  thy  foes  with  wild  amaze. 

aflf  4  Save,  then,  thine  heritage,  0  Lord, 
And  guide  them  by  thy  faithful  word : 
Salvation  Thou  dost  freely  give. 
And  by  thy  truth  thy  servants  live !        allen. 


PSALM   144.  335 

Second  Version. — C.  M.   *S/.  Anii^s,  Colchester. 
Victory  from  God. 
f     1  FOREVER  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
My  Savior  and  my  shield ! 
He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
He  checks  my  dark  despair. 
Instructs  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  makes  my  soul  his  care. 

3  A  friend  and  helper,  so  divine. 
Doth  my  weak  courage  raise : 

He  makes  the  glorious  vict'ry  mine, 

And  His  shall  be  the  praise!  watts. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  Blackburn.  Medfield. 

Vanity  of  Man  :  God's  Condescension. 
p     1  LORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 

His  frame  of  brittle  clay. 

His  life  a  shadow  and  a  span, 

That  quickly  flits  away? 

2  O,  what  is  man,  the  child  of  death, 
Born  of  a  guilty  race, 
That  God  should  keep  his  failing  breath. 
And  visit  him  with  grace  .'* 

mf  3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down! 
Who  shakes  the  worlds  above. 
And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown ! — 

mp      How^  wondrous  is  his  love.^  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — S.  M.  Ceclron.  Aijleshury, 

God^s  Condescension  :  His  Mercy  sought. 
mp  1  LORD,  what  is  feeble  man. 

The  being  of  a  day. 

His  life,  of  utmost  length,  a  span, 

A  shade,  that  flits  away.^ 

2  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  Thou, 
From  thine  exalted  heisrht, 


336  PSALM  145. 

Shouldst  condescend  his  ways  to  know, 
And  give  the  wand'rer  light  ? 

3  Great  is  thy  mercy,  Lord  ; 

mf      Thou  art  my  strength  and  shield  ; 

Oj  arm  me  with  thy  glitt'ring  sword, — 
Be  truth  to  me  revealed ! 

4  Then  shall  I  gladly  see 
Thine  outstretch'd  arm  divine, 
And,  while  my  enemies  shall  flee, 

f         The  glory  shall  be  thine !  allen. 


145.  First  Version. — L.  M.  Walton.  Winchester. 
The  Greatness  of  God. 

Aff  1  MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 

Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days,  , 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue,  i 

Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear. 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  Thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  justice  brightly  beam, 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream, 
Thy  mercy  swift,  thine  anger  slow, — 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine. 
And  speak  thy  Majesty  divine: 

mf      Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  distant  tunes  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise. 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  aud  labor  of  their  tongue. 

mp  6  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds: 
mf      Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways, — 
f        Vast  and  inunortal be  thy  praise!        watts. 


PSALM  145.  337 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  Baltimore,    Tinisbury. 
God  great  and  good. 
mf..  1  I  WILL  extol  Thee,  0  my  Kin^, 

And  joyous  bless  thy  name  and  sing  ; 
I'll  praise  Thee  now,  till  time  is  past. 
And  while  eternity  shall  last. 

2  Great  art  Thou,  Lord,  supreme  in  might, 
Thy  ways  unsearch'd  and  infinite ! 
Fathers  to  sons  thy  works  shall  praise. 
And  speak  of  all  thy  wondrous  w^ays. 

3  How  marvellous  thy  works,  O  God  ? 
Thine  arm  stretch'd  out  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
The  earth's  foundations  Thou  didst  lay. 
And  heav'n  and  earth  both  feel  thy  sway. 

p     4  Thou,  Lord,  art  good, — thy  name  is  love  ; 

Great  is  thy  mercy  from  above, 
mf      And  all  the  sons  of  men  shall  see 

The  glory  of  thy  majesty  I 

5  Thy  mighty  acts,  thy  wondrous  power 
Thy  servants  praise,  while  they  adore  ; 
Nor  shall  they  cease  thy  name  t'  extol, 
f         While  everlasting  ages  roll !  allen. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  St,  Anii^s.  Howard. 
The  Greatness  of  God. 
Aff  1  LONG  as  I  live,  I'll  bless  thy  name. 
My  King,  my  God  of  love  ! 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same 
In  the  bright  world  above ! 

2  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue. 
And,  while  my  lips  rejoice. 

The  men,  who  hear  my  sacred  song. 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

3  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 
And  children  leani  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

4  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands. 
Thy  saints  are  rul'd  by  love, 

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338  PSALM  145. 

f         And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 

>       Though  rocks  and  hills  remove !         watts. 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.  Corinth.  Coventry. 

The   Goodness  of  God, 
mf  1   SWEET  is  the  mem'r\'  of  thy  grace^ 

My  God,  my  heav'nly  King! 

Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 

In  sounds  of  glory  sing ! 

—  2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
o    Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 

—  And  every  want  supplies. 

aff  3  How  kind  are  thy  compassions.  Lord? 
How^  slow  thine  anger  moves? 
How  joyful  is  thy  pard'uing  word,  ] 
Which  justice  still  approves? 

—  4  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race. 

Thy  pow'r  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
mp      But  saints,  who  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
mf      Delight  to  bless  thy  name!  watts. 

Fifth  Version. — C.  M.  Ferrxj.  Dundee, 
Mercy  to  Sufferers. 
1  LET  ev'r}-  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
Thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all ! 
Thy  strength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor,  who  fall. 

mp  2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down. 
Or  virtue  lies  distress'd 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frowTi, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourners  rest. 

—  S  The  Lord  supports  our  tott'ring  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  5 
Holy  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  his  praise, 
And  spread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
mf      Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 

The  honors  of  their  God!  watts. 


PSALM  145.  339 

Sixth  Version. — H.  31.  Harwich,   Stoic. 
Praise  to  God. 

Aff     1  O,  THOU,  my  God  and  King! 

Thy  name  will  I  extol, 

Thy  praises  ^^'\\\  I  sing 

With  purest  joy  of  soul, 
Each  day,  while  I  shall  dwell  below, 
And  while  eternal  years  shall  flow ! 

2  Thou,  blessed  Lord,  art  great, 
And  great  shall  be  thy  praise ! 
How  glorious  thy  estate  ? 
How  searchless  are  thy  ways.*^ 

One  race  shall  to  another  tell 
Thy  mighty  deeds  ineffable ! 

3  Thy  matchless  glory  high, 
Thy  wondrous  works  of  might, 
The  honor  of  thy  majesty. 
And  all  thy  splendors  bright 

My  joyful  tongue  shall  celebrate, 

O  Thou,  my  Savior,  good  and  great ! 

4  How  rich,  0  Lord,  thy  grace? 
How  wonderful  thy  love  ^ 
Thy  mercies  we  may  trace 
Around  us  and  above : 

O'er  all  thy  works  thy  goodness  reigns. 
And  Thee  Pll  praise  in  gladsome  strains! 

5  And  all  thy  works  shall  bring 
Their  praises  unto  Thee  ! 

To  Thee,  their  heav'nly  King, 

All  men  shall  bow  the  knee  ; 
For  Thou  shalt  reign  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  hold  thy  throne  forevermore ! 

6  On  Thee  all  eyes  do  wait. 
To  Thee  thy  creatures  cry  ; 
Each  craving  Thou  dost  sate, 
And  ev'ry  want  supply: 

All  nature, — earth,  and  air,  and  flood, 
Bespeaks  Thee,  Lord,  supremely  good! 


340  PSALM  145. 

7  To  them  Thou  art  most  near 

Throughout  this  earthly  ball, 

Who  Thee  do  love  and  fear. 

And  on  Thee  humbly  call : 
Them  Thou  wilt  hear,  and  bless,  and  save, 
And  lift  them  from  their  low^ly  grave. 

p        8  When  wicked  men  in  gloom 

And  horror  shall  arise. 

To  meet  their  awful  doom, — 
—  Thy  saints  in  glad  surprise, 

f         Shall  mount  aloft  to  heav'nly  light, 

And  praise  Thee  with  sublime  delight !   allen. 

Seventh  Version. — 75.  JVurembiirg,  Kimball. 

God^s  Greatness  and  Mercy, 
Aff  1  THEE  I  praise,  my  God,  O  King! 
Ev'ry  day  thy  name  I'll  sing  ; 
Ever  Thee  will  I  adore. 
Ever  songs  of  praise  outpour! 

2  Great  art  Thou  ;  and  none  can  find 
Limits  to  thy  boundless  mind  ; 
None  can  estimate  thy  might, 

Or  thy  greatness  infinite ! 

3  Yet  shall  man  thy  mercies  show  ; 
Race  to  race,  as  ages  flow. 

Of  thy  wondrous  works  shall  speak, 
And  thy  glories,  which  outbreak ! 

4  Thou  art  gracious,  full  of  love, 
Rich  in  mercy  from  above  ; 
O'er  thy  works  thy  mercies  free 
Speak  thy  full  benignity, 

5  Ev'ry  living  thing  below 
Doth  thine  ample  bounty  know  ; 
Thou  dost  feed  them  from  the  stores, 
Which  thy  lib'ral  hand  outpours. 

6  Lord,  in  goodness  Thou  dost  hear 
All,  who  seek  Thee,  and  who^fear  ; — 

mf      Thou  wilt  send  thy  saving  pow'r, 

f        They  shall  praise  Thee  evermore!         allen. 


PSALM  146.  341 

146.  First  Ver.— L.  M.   RcthwelL  Duke  Street, 
PrUise  for  Divine  Goodness  and  Truth, 
1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  shall  join 
In  works  so  pleasant,  so  divine, 
Now,  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God. 

H  Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  powers, 
While  onward  flow  the  endless  hours  ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

3  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  IsraePs  God :  He  made  the  sky, 
And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

4  His  truth  our  footsteps  ne'er  misleads  ; 

He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  the  poor  He  feeds  ; 
tnp      He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

-^  5  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind, 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

6  He  loves  his  saints:  He  knows  them  well ; 
mp      But  turns  the  wicked  down  lo  hell: — 
f         Thy  God,  0  Zion,  ever  reigns. 

Praise  Him  in  everlasting  strains !  watts. 

Second  Ver. — L.  M.  P.  JVashville,  JVewcourt. 
Praise  for  Divine  Goodness. 

1  I'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath. 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  onward  flow  the  endless  hours. 

2  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God :  He  made  the  sky. 

And  earth  and  seas  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  endures  forevermore, 
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342  PSALM  146. 

He  saves  the  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor. 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace : 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  He  loves  his  saints  ;  He  knows  them  well. 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell: 

mf  Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns; 

Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age 
In  this  exalted  work  engage : — 

Praise  Him  in  everlasting  strains!        watts. 

Third  Version. — S.  M.  Dover,  Paddington. 
The  Blessedness  of  trusting  in  God, 

mf  1  WITH  joy  praise  ye  the  Lord! 
My  soul  shall  praise  Him  well ; 
And,  while  I  live,  I'll  praise  his  word 
With  joys  ineffable ! 

—  2  In  princes  put  no  trust, 

Nor  lean  on  son  of  man  ; 
mp      For  man  is  but  a  frame  of  dust, 

His  life  is  but  a  span ! 

3  He,  who  hath  help  in  God, 
And  makes  the  Lord  his  stay. 
Shall  ne'er,  by  smiter's  angry  rod, 
Be  smitten  to  dismay  ! 

^—  4  God  made  the  earth  and  sea. 

And  spread  the  heav'ns  around  ; 
And  He  in  love  and  mercy  free 
Will  make  his  truth  abound. 

5  His  arm  doth  save  th'  oppress'd, 
He  gives  the  hungry  food. 

He  makes  the  loosen'd  pris'ner  blest, 
And  fills  the  soul  with  good. 


PSALM  146.  343 

6  The  film  from  darkened  eye 
The  Lord  doth  well  remove : 

To  humbled  souls  his  grace  is  nigh. 
The  righteous  He  doth  love. 

7  Widows  and  fatherless 
May  trust  his  taithful  w^ord, 

But  wicked  men  his  wrath  will  press : — 
mf      "NV^ith  joy  praise  ye  the  Lord!  allen. 

Fourth  Version. — 7s.  Turin.  Kimball, 
Praise  to  God. 
jnf  1  PRAISE  Jehovah,  O  my  soul  ; 

Tide  of  irrateful  praise  should  roll ! 
While  Ilive,  my  God  I'll  bless,-^ 
God  of  pow'r  and  righteousness ! 

.—  2  Put  no  trust  in  man  of  might  ; 

God  his  proudest  strength  doth  smite: 
Lo,  he  vanisheth  from  view  ; 
All  his  projects  vanish  too ! 

3  Blest  is  he,  whose  help  is  God  ; 
God.  whose  truth  doth  shine  abroad, 
mf      God,  whose  pow'r  made  earth  and  sea, 
God  of  glorious  majesty! 

—  4  He  gives  justice  to  th'  oppress'd  ; 
Hungry  souls  his  hand  hath  blest  ; 
He  pours  light  on  darken 'd  eyes, 
Lifts  the  lowly  to  the  skies. 

.5  God  doth  love  each  holy  mind  ; 
Strangers  his  protection  find  ; 
Widows  too  and  fatherless 
Share  his  wondrous  bounteousness ! 

mf  6  God  forever  reigns  on  high  ; 

God  of  boundless  majesty! 
f         Zion,  in  thy  God  rejoice  ! 
ff       Praise  Him  with  exulting  voice!  allex. 


344  PSALM  147. 

147»   First  Yer. —  L.  M.  Brentford.  Truro. 
God  praised  for  his  Works. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  sing 
The  praises  of  our  God  and  King, 

For  great  is  God  and  great  his  might, 
His  understanding  infinite. 

2  The  shining  stars  He  calls  by  name. 
While  they  his  wondrous  pow'r  proclaim  ; 
He  spreads  the  sky  with  clouds  around, 
Which  pour  do\\Ti  blessings  on  the  ground. 

3  He  clothes  with  verdure  all  the  hills. 
The  vallies  with  abundance  fills, 
To  hungry  beast  afibrds  supply. 

And  he>ars  young  ravens,  when  they  cry. 

4  But  greater  are  his  works  of  grace. 
Which  in  the  soul  of  man  we  trace  ; 

mp      He  binds  up  all  the  wounded  hearts, 
And  Gilead's  healing  balm  imparts. 

5  The  meek  He  lifts  up  from  the  dust, 
O'erwhelms  the  wicked,  shields  the  just: — 

inf      Then  praise  the  Lord  in  joyful  song  ; 

f         Let  Zion's  harp  the  strains  prolong !     allen. 

Second  Version. — L.  M.  St.  PauVs.  Clyde. 
God  prais-ed  for  his  Works. 
tof  1  ZION!  extol  thy  God  and  King, 

Who  reigns  o^'er  all  the  earth  below  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  with  praises  ring. 
And  all  men's  hearts  with  love  o'erflow! 

2  Children  of  Zion !  ye  are  blest ! 

Your  King,  whose'name  is  Prince  of  Peace, 
Gives  you  in  quiet  bow'rs  to  rest, 
Nor  shall  his  watchful  care  e'er  cease. 

3  At  his  command  the  snowy  showers 
O'erspread  the  earth  like  fleecy  wool. 
And  in  strong  chains  of  icy  powers 

Are  bound  the  lake,  the  stream,  the  pool. 


PSALM  147.  345 

4  But  soon  He  makes  his  wind  to  blow, 
And  pours  more  amply  beams  of  light, 
When,  lo,  the  melted  waters  flow, 
And  verdure  bursts  upon  our  sight ! 

mf  5  His  greater  works  demand  our  song: 

He  sends  from  heav'n  his  mighty  word, 
And  pours  a  holy  tide  along, 

f         Where  all  was  frost : — Praise  ye  the  Lord ! 

ALLEN. 

Third  Version. — C.  M.  Warwick,  Marloiv, 
The  Seaso7is  of  the  Year. 

1  WITH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 
Address  the  Lord  on  high  : 

Over  the  heav'ns  He  spreads  his  cloud. 
And  w^aters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  show'rs  of  blessings  down 
To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 

He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown. 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow 
Descend  and  clothe  the  ground ; — 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

4  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 
The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 

He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow. 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

5  The  changing  mind,  the  flying  cloud 
Obey  his  mighty  word: — 

f         With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Praise  ye  the  sov'reign  Lord!  watts* 

Fourth  Version. — C.  M.   Warwick.  Litchfield. 
Goodness  of  God. 
1  DELIGHTFUL  is  the  task  to  sing, 
On  each  returning  day, 
The  praises  of  our  heav'nly  King, 
And  grateful  homage  pay. 


346  PSALM  147. 

2  The  countless  worlds,  which,  bath'd  in  light, 
Through  fields  of  azure  move, 
Proclaim  his  wisdom  and  his  might ; 
But,  0,  how  great  his  love? 

S  He  deigns  each  broken,  contrite  heart 
With  tenderness  to  bind  ; 
And  comfort,  hope,  and  grace  impart, 
To  heal  the  wounded  mind. 

4  All  creatures  with  instinctive  cry 
From  God  implore  their  food  ; 
His  bounty  grants  a  rich  supply, 
And  fills  the  earth  with  good. 

5  Delightful  is  the  task,  0  Lord, 
With  each  returning  day 

Thy  countless  mercies  to  record. 

And  grateful  homage  pay.       spirit  of  psalms. 

Fifth  Version  . — 6  Sc  4.  Oakham.  Italian  Hymn, 
Winter  and  Spring. 

mf  I  0  ZION,  praise  thy  God ! 

Ye,  who  her  courts  have  trod, 
Extol  his  name ! 

—  He  counts  the  stars  of  light. 
Which,  in  the  calm,  clear  night 
Out-beaming  on  the  sight. 

His  pow'r  proclaim. 

mf  2  0  Zion,  praise  the  Lord! 

He  sendeth  out  his  w^ord. 

And  hail  outpours! 

—  His  snow,  like  wool  around. 
Doth  cover  all  the  ground  ; 
Greenness  no  where  is  found, 

Nor  fruits  nor  flowers. 

9  Who  is  the  mortal  bold. 
That  can  abide  his  cold. 

His  frosts  most  keen  ? 
He  makes  his  winds  to  blow  ; 
And  then  the  waters  flow. 
Then  vanisheth  the  snow, 

And  earth  is  green ! 


PSALM  148.  347 

On  heart  of  thick-ribb'd  ice, 
Stiffen 'd  in  sin  and  vice^ 

0,  Jesus,  shine ! 
And  let  thy  Spirit  melt 
To  tenderness  unfelt 
The  soul  of  wo  and  guilt, 

And  make  it  thine !  allen. 


148.  First  Ver. — L.  M.  Baltimore.  Mendon. 
Universal  Praise  to  God. 
f     1  LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

From  distant  worlds,  where  creatures  dwell  j 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful, — down  to  hell. 

2  Wide,  as  his  vast  dominion  lies. 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known: 
Loud,  as  his  thunder,  shout  his  praise. 
And  sound  it  lofty,  as  his  throne. 

<:   3  Jehovah  ! — 'tis  a  glorious  word ! 

mf      0,  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ; 

But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the  Lord^ 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

mp  4  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love, 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord! 
f         From  all  below  and  all  above 
flf        Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord!  watts* 

Second  Version. — S.  M.  Clapton.  St.  Thomas. 
Universal  Praise. 
n     1  LET  ev'ry  creature  join 
To  praise  th'eternal  God  ; 
In  this,  ye  heav'nly  hosts,  combine, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon  with  paler  rays, — 

Ye  wand'ring  lights,  ye  starry  gleams. 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise ! 

3  He  built  those  worlds  above. 

And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame  j — 


348  PSALM  148. 

By  his  command  they  stand  or  move. 
And  ever  speak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapors,  when  you  rise. 

Or  fall  in  show'rs  or  snow  ; — 

Ye  thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  skies, 

His  pow'r  and  glory  show. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flashing  fire, 
Agree  to  praise  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  storms  conspire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 
His  honors  be  express'd  ; 

But  saints,  who  taste  his  saving  love. 
Should  sing  his  praises  best!  watts. 

Third  Version. — C.  P.  M.  Peru.  Rapture, 
Universal  Praise. 
f»    1  BEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey. 

And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name  ! 
Lo !  heav'n  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  the  loud  acclaim ! 

2  Ye  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains. 
Where  gay,  transporting  beauty  reigns, 

Ye  scenes  divinely  fair ! 
Your  Maker's  wondrous  power  proclaim  ; 
Tell  how  He  form'd  your  shining  frame. 

And  breath'd  the  fluid  air. 

3  Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound. 
While  all  th'  adoring  throngs  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing  ; 
Let  ev'ry  list'ning  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tunefid  soul  of  love, 
pp  And  touch  the  sweetest  string ! 

f     4  Loud  join,  ye  spheres,  the  vocal  choir! 
Thou  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire, 
The  mighty  chorus  aid  ; 
mp      Soon  as  grey  evening  gilds  the  plain. 

Thou,  moon,  protract  the  melting  strain. 
And  praise  Him  in  the  shade. 


PSALM   148.  349 

—  5  Thou  heav'n  of  heav'ns,  his  vast  abode. 

Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  forming  God, 
Who  call'd  yon  worlds  from  night ; 

"Ye  shades,  dispel!" — th'  Eternal  said  ; 

At  once  th'  involving  darkness  fled, 
And  nature  sprung  to  light ! 

6  Thou,  mighty,  bilpNvy  deep,  rejoice ! 
f<     Y'e  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 

To  Him,  who  bids  you  roll  : 
p         His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 

Each  whisp'ring  breeze  of  yielding  air, 
pp  And  breathe  it  to  the  soul  I 

—  7  Wake,  all  ye  mounting  tribes,  and  sing ! 

Ye  plumy  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  Him,  who  shap'd  your  fairer  mould, 
Who  tipp'd  your  glitt'ring  wings  with  gold. 

And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praise. 

mf  8  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head 

In  praise  of  God  employ  ; 
Spread  his  all-glorious  name  around, 
f         Till  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound, — 
fif  The  gen'ral  burst  of  joy !"  ogilvie. 

Fourth  Version. — H.  M.  Haywood.  DanceWs. 

n        1  YE  boundless  realms  of  joy. 
Exalt  your  Maker's  fame  ; 
His  praise  your  song  employ 
Above  the  starry  frame  : 
Your  voices  raise. 
Ye  Cherubim,  And  Seraphim, 
To  sing  his  praise. 

2  Thou  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night, 
And  sun,  that  guid'st  the  day," 
Y"e  glitt'ring  stars  of  night. 
To  Him  your  homage  pay : 
His  praise  declare, 
Ye  heav'ns  above,  And  clouds,  that  move 
In  liquid  air. 
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350  PSALM  148. 

S  Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 
And  praise  his  holy  iiaine, 
By  whose  ahnighty  word 
They  all  from  noiliing  came: 
And  all  shall  last, 
From  changes  free  ;  His  iifm  decree 

Stands  ever  fast.  tate. 

Fifth  Version-. — H.  M.   Stoio.    DarweWs. 
Praise  from  all  Creatures, 
ff        1  YE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

With  heav'ii,  and  earth,  and  seas. 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  yonr  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright,  Jn  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night, 
Sliine  to  your  Maker's  praise, — 
With  stars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare. 
Ye  floods  on  high,  And  clouds,  that  fly 
In  empty  air ! 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move 
By  his  supreme  command. 

He  s])ake  the  word, 
And  all  I  heir  frame  From  nothing  came. 
To  praise  the  Lord! 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  past, 

And  each  his  work  fulfils. 
While  time  and  nature  last. 

In  ditf'rent  ways 
His  works  proclaim  His  wondrous  name 

And  speak  his  praise. 

5  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God,  who  rules  above  j 
He  brings  his  people  near, 


PSALM  143.  351 

And  ninkes  tbeni  taste  his  love. 
While  earth  and  sky 
Attempt  his  praise.  His  saiuts  ^hall  raise 
His  honors  hii;h.  watts. 

Sixth  Version. — II.  M.  Hanvick,  Slow, 
Praise  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 

1  YE  wide-spread  realms  of  God, 
Ye  vast,  created  throng! 
Publish  his  name  abroad. 

And  lilt  a  ijoble  song! — 
With  ghidsomeness 
Ye  Angels  high,  Beyond  the  sky, 
Yonr  Maker  bless! 

2  Thou  Sun,  great  king  of  day. 
And  Moon,  the  queen  of  night, 
Ye  glitt'ri ng  Stars,  all  pay 

To  God  your  honuige  bright! 
His  pow'r  declare. 
Ye  Heav'ns  above.  And  Worlds,  that  move 
In  ether  rare ! 

3  All  ye,  extol  the  Lord, 
For  ye  from  nothing  came 
By  his  almighty  word, 
For  his  eternal  fame! 

In  ages  past 
Your  cycles  ])lami'd,— -Ye  all  shall  stand, 
While  time  shall  last! 

4  Thou,  Earth,  with  all  thy  host, — 
Both  nnjuutain,  hill,  and  vale. 
The  sea,  the  wind,  the  frost. 
Snow,  vapor,  fire,  and  hail, — 

P2ach  creeping  thing. 

The  beast,  the  bird.  And  man  be  stirred, 

God's  praise  to  sing ! 

5  Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name, 
For  that  alone  is  great ! 
His  honors  loud  proclaim. 
His  pow'r  and  kingly  state! 

His  glory  bright 
Surpasses  high  Both  earth  and  sky, — 

A  sea  of  liffht!  allen. 


352  PSALM  148. 

Seventh  Version.— 6  Sf  4.  Dort,  Italian  Hymn. 
Universal  Praise. 
H     1  q  PRAISE  the  Lord  on  high ! 
Ye  hosts  ill  yon  blue  sk}', 
Begin  the  song ! 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  of  light. 
Praise  Him,  whose  word  of  might 
Made  all  your  glories  bright ; — 
The  strain  prolong! 

2  0,  earth,  take  up  the  strain. 
And  through  your  wide  domain 

God's  praise  resound! 
O,  mighty  deep,  whose  roar 
Is  rising  evermore. 
His  praise  from  shore  to  shore 

Still  echo  round! 

S  0,  winded  fire  from  cloud, 
Extol  his  name  aloud. 

With  hail  and  snow, 
With  mountains  tow'ring  high. 
And  birds,  which  heav'nward  fly, 
And  tempest  rushing  by, — 

All  things  below ! 

4  Ye,  mighty  kings,  bow  down, 
And  God's  great  glory  own, 

And  fear  his  word ! 
Ye  men,  both  young  and  old. 
Your  melodies  unfold 
In  praise  of  love  untold ! 

Praise  ye  the  Lord!  allen. 

Eighth  Version. — 75.  Kimball.  Edyjield, 
Universal  Praise. 
If     1  YOU,  who  dwell  above  the  skies. 
Free  from  human  miseries  ; 
You,  whom  highest  heav'n  imbow'rs, 
Praise  the  Lord  with  all  your  powers. 

2  Angels,  your  clear  voices  raise  ; 
Him,  ye  heav'nly  armies,  praise  ; 
Sun,  and  moon  with  borrowed  light, 
All  you  sparkling  eyes  of  night ; 


PSALM  148.  353 

3  Waters,  hanging  hi  the  air  ; 
Heav'ii  ofheav'nsj  his  praise  declare  ; 
His  deserved  prai.-e  record, 

His,  who  made  yoii  by  his  word: 

4  Vapors,  liijhtiiinii',  hail  and  snow. 
Storms,  which,  whea  He  ])i(ls  them,  blow, 
Flow'ry  hills  and  mountains  high, 
Cedars,  neighbors  rothe  sky  ; 

5  Savage  beasts,  all  cree])ing  things. 
All,  that  cut  the  air  wiih  wings  ; 
Princes,  judges  of  the  earth, 

All  of  high  and  humble  birth  ; 

6  Yon,  who  awful  sceptres  sway. 
You,  inured  to  obey  ; 

You,  who  bow  ^^ith  age's  weight, 
You,  who  were  but  born  of  late  ; 

7  Youths  and  virgins,  flourishing 
In  the  beauty  of  your  spring  ; 
Praise  his  name  with  one  consent: — 

O,  how  great!  how  excellent!  saxdys. 

Ninth  Version. — 10  Sc  11.  Osborne.  Lyons. 

The  Heavens  called  upon  to  praise  God, 
mf  1  O,  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  from  heaven  on  high, 
Ye  angels,  which  dwell  in  yonder  blue  sky! 
O,  praise  Him,  ye  hosts,  all  resplendent  above, 
For  all  his  great  wonders  ofpow'r  and  of  love! 

2  O,  praise  Him,  ibou  sun,  all  glorious  in  light! 

O,  praise  Him,  ihou  moon,  the  queen  of  the  night! 
Ye  stars  in  tlie  heav'n,  with  your  glittering  rays, 
O,  lift  up  your  song  iu  Jehovah's  high  praise! 

3  Ye  orbs  beyond  orbs,  new  arches  of  heaven, 

To  reach  which  the  thought  in  vain  has  yet  striven, 

O,  praise  the  strong  hand,wliich  your  topstone  did  place! 

Praise  God  for  his  power, — liis  glory, — his  grace! 

ALLEN. 


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354  PSALM  148,   149. 

Tenth  Version. — 10  <^  11,  Osborne.   Lyons. 
Praise  to  God  from  the  Earth. 

mf  1  O,  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  from  earth  here  below, 
Ye  waters  and  fire,  and  vapors  and  snow! 
Ye  winds,  which  rush  quickly,  while  bearing  his  word, 
And  hail-storm  and  tempest,  O  praise  ye  the  Lord! 

2  Ye  mountains,  which  lift  your  heads  to  the  sky, 
Ye  hills,  which  in  greenness  gladden  the  eye  ;^ 
Ye  cedars,  outspreading,  which  heavenward  tower, 
O,  praise  your  Creator,  the  God  of  all  power! 

3  Ye  monsters,  which  live  and  float  in  the  deep  ; 

Ye  birds,  with  swift  wings;  ye  earth-bound,  which  creep; 
Ye  kings  of  the  world,  and  their  subjects,  who  bow  ; 
Ye  princes,  ye  judges,  who  justice  should  know  ; 

4  Ye  young  men  and  maidens,  joyful  and  fair, 
Ye  children,  and  old  with  silvery  hair, 

O,  praise  ye  the  name  of  Jehovah  on  high, 
Whose  glory  transcends  both  the  earth  and  the  sky! 

ALLEN. 


149.    First  Ver. — C.  M.  Putney.  JVottingham. 
Blessedness  of  the  Saints. 
II    1  ALL  ye,  who  love  the  Lord,  rejoice. 
And  let  your  songs  be  new  ; 
Amid  the  church,  with  cheerful  voice. 
His  later  wonders  shew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace. 
Shall  their  Redeemer  sing. 

And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praise. 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 
Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn  : 
The  meek,  who  lie  despis'd  in  dust. 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 

4  Saints  should  be  joyful  in  iheir  king 
Ev'n  on  a  dying  bed. 

And,  like  the  souls  in  glory,  sing. 
For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 


PSALM  149.  355 

5  When  Christ  his  judgment  seat  ascends, 
And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'd  Him  here.  watts. 

Second  Version. — C.  P.  M.  Peru.  Rapture. 
The  Blessedness  of  Believers. 

1  CHILDREN  of  Zion!  praise  the  Lord, 
For  ye  have  felt  his  saving  word. 

His  Spirit's  wondrous  might  ; 
f         Then  raise  a  new  and  joyful  song, 
Which  endless  ages  shall  prolong, 
To  Jesus,  thron'd  in  light! 

2  Ye  saints,  be  joyful  in  your  King! 
His  name  in  strains  harmonious  sing, 

With  harp  and  organ's  sound  ! 

—  His  pow'r  has  reach'd  you  from  above, 
mp      And  ye  have  known  redeeming  love, 

And  mercy  without  bound ! 

—  3  In  you  the  Lord  doth  take  delight. 

And  ye  are  beauteous  in  his  sight. 

In  meekness  all  arrayed  ; 
Your  Master's  seal  is  on  your  soul  ; 
Ye've  learn'd  your  passions  to  control, 

As  He  for  murd'rers  prayed! 

4  E'en  on  your  dying  bed,  ye  saints. 
Ye  shall,  instead  of  sad  complaints. 

In  holy  triumph  sing! 
And,  when  in  dust  your  frame  shall  rest^ 
mf      In  glory  ye  shall  be  most  blest 
In  presence  of  your  King! 

rap  5  But  ah!  the  scorning  sinner's  doom, 
When,  bursting  from  his  dreary  tomb, 

He  wakes  to  sleep  no  more ! 
The  judgment  written  he  must  bear  ; — 
His  soul  now  sinks  in  deep  despair, 

And  woes  forevermore ! 

6  0  sinner,  take  the  warning  given 

By  Him,  who  came  in  love  from  heaven. 
In  love  ineffable  : 


356  PSALM   149,   150. 

But  who  will  come  again  in  might, 
To  drive  the  wicked  from  his  sight, 

When  saints  iii  heiiv'n  shall  dwell !      allen. 

Third  Version. — 10  <?>'  11.  Osborne.  Lijons. 
Saints  praising  God, 

It     10  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  who  dwelleth  on  high. 

And  yet  to  his  saints  forever  is  nigh! 
Let  Zion  be  joyful  in  Jesus,  her  King, 
And  ceaseless  his  glories  inettable  siog! 

2  Lift  up,  O  ye  saints,  and  all  ye  blest  throng. 
With  timbrel  and  harp  your  voice  in  the  song, 
For  well  of  His  love  may  ye  gratefully  speak, 
Who  with  his  salvation  adorneth  the  meek. 

3  Ye  saints,  ye  should  sing,  as  low  in  the  earth 
Ye  enter  the  grave, — true  place  of  your  birth, — 
From  whence  with  new  pow'rs  and  new  raptures  ye'll 

rise, 
And  wing  your  swift  flight  up  to  God  in  the  skies! 

4  But,  while  ye  are  blest,  alas  for  your  foes, 
And  all,  who  the  cause  of  Jesus  oppose! 

p         For,  rising  to  judgment,  they'll  hear  with  dimay 
lea      The  sentence,  that  drives  them  froni  glory  away! 

ALLEN. 


150.    First  Ver. — L.  M.  Mendon,   Ellenthorpe. 

Praise  to  God. 
fii   1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord!  let  praise  employ. 
In  his  own  courts,  your  songs  of  joy  ; 
The  spacious  firinanjent  around 
Shall  echo  back  the  joyful  soiuid. 

2  Awake  the  trumpet's  pierciog  voice. 
Let  organ  loud  express  our  joys  ; 
p         ^^'hile  softer  njusic  tunes  the  lute. 

The  warbling  harp,  the  breathing  flute. 

f     3  Let  the  loud  cymbal  sound  on  high  ] 

<:        To  softer  deeper  notes  reply: 

Harmonious  let  the  concert  rise, 
And  bear  the  rapture  to  the  skies! 


PSALM  150.  357 

mf  4  Let  all,  whom  life  and  breath  inspire. 
Attend  and  join  the  blissful  choir: 
But  chiefly  ye,  who  know  his  word. 
Adore,  and  love,  and  praise  the  Lord !  Steele, 

Seco\d  Version. — L.  M.   Mendon.  Ellentlwrpe. 
A  Song  of  Praise  to  God, 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  of  grace  and  might  ; 
Praise  Him,  whose  glory  shines  forth  bright! 
Praise  Him,  who  made  the  worlds  on  high, 
And  form'd  the  earth  beneath  the  sky! 

2  Praise  Him  for  all  his  wondrous  deeds. 
For  mercy,  which  all  thought  exceeds, 
For  mighty  acts  of  saving  love, 
Display'd  by  Jesus  from  above ! 

S  His  praise  let  trumpet  echo  round, 
With  harp  and  organ's  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  Zion's  sons  exult  and  si  nor, 
Rejoicing  in  their  God  and  King!         jlllen. 

Third  Yersiox. — C.  M.  St.  Amih.  Marlow, 
Praise  to  God. 
«t    1  IN  God's  o^^'n  house  pronounce  his  praise, 
For  there  his  grace  outgleams  ; 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 
For  there  his  glory  beams. 

2  Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 
While  you  rehearse  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  saving  love 
Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 

3  All,  that  have  motion,  life,  and  breath. 
Proclaim  your  Maker  blest ; 

Yet,  when  my  voice  expires  in  death. 

My  soul  shall  praise  Him  best!  watts. 

Fourth  Version. — 6  &  4.  Dort.  Italian  Hymn, 
Universal  Praise. 
1  O,  COME,  and  praise  the  Lord! 
Come,  praise  Him  for  his  word, — 
His  word  of  light ! 


358  PSALM  150. 

His  glory  shines  above  ; 
His  faithfulness  men  prove  ; 
0,  praise  Him  for  his  love 
With  pure  delight! 

2  For  airiiis  mighty  deeds, 

And  grace,  which  thought  exceeds. 

Praise  ye  his  name! 
For  us  He  sent  his  Son 
From  his  hi^rh,  heav'nly  throne. 
To  die  our  sins  t'  atone, 

And  bear  our  shame ! 

3  0,  let  the  trumpet  sound. 

And  harp-strings  (|uick  rebound 

In  his  glad  praise  ; 
Let  organ  pour  its  tide 
Of  praise  to  Him,  who  died, 
Andtuni'd  God's  wrath  aside. 

His  anger's  blaze ! 

4  O,  praise  Him  with  your  voice. 
And  in  his  love  rejoice, — 

His  saving  power! 
f         Let  ev'ry  living  thing 

FiXtol  the  heav'nly  King, 
<       And  let  his  praises  ring 
ff  Forevermore !  allew-. 

F»FTTi  VcRSioN. — 7s.  Wihiiot.  Wilson. 

tf    1  PRAISE  the  Lord,  ye  holy  throng! 
Praise  Him  in  a  flood  of  song: 
Praise  Him  in  his  house  below. 
Praise  Him,  where  blest  spirits  bow! 

2  Praise  Him  for  his  acts  of  might, 
For  his  ^.dories  infinite  ; 
p         Praise  Him  for  his  deeds  of  love. 
Wrought  by  Jescjs  from  above! 

—  3  Praise  Him  through  the  world  around  ; 
mf      Praise  Him  with  the  trumpet's  sound, 
f  <     Praise  with  organ's  loudest  swell, 
Praise  with  voice  of  mightier  spell ! 


PSALM  150.  359 

—  4  All,  that  breathe  the  vital  air, 

Wondrous  works  of  God  d(H.-Jarc! 
mf  <:  Saints!  ye  ransoni'd,  holy  throog, 
ff        Praise  Hini  in  a  flood  of  sooi* !  allen. 

SiXTii  Version. — 7s.  JVilmol.    Wilson. 
Universal  Praise  to  God. 
f.t   1   PRAISE  the  Lord,  ye  Saints  below! 
Ani-els  too,  in  heav'n  which  ^low! 
Praise  Him  for  his  mighty  deeds, 
mp      And  his  love,  which  thought  eAceeds! 

fn  2    Praise  Him,  thron'd  in  glorious  light ! 

Praise  Him,  God  of  matchless  might!-— 
PP       Let  the  harp's  sweet  strings  rejoice, 
f         And  loud  trumi)et  join  its  noise  ! 

—  3  In  his  praise  let  timbrels  ring  ; — 
p         Let  the  flute  its  softness  bring, 

f         While  the  organ's  awful  sound 
ff<:     In  his  praise  doth  shake  the  ground! 

—  4  Praise  Him  on  the  cymbals  sharp  ; 

PP       Praise  with  voice,  more  sweet  than  harp ! 

mf      O,  let  ev'ry  breathing  thing 

f         Praise  to  God,  Jehovah,  sing!  allen. 

Seventh  Version'. — ^115,  Tappan.  Portuguese  H, 

mf  1  O,  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  in  his  temple  of  love, 
And  when  ye  do  gaze  on  his  glories  above  ; 
Oj  praise  Him  for  works,  which  are  w^ondrousin 
power, 
>    And,  while  ye  extol  Him,  bow  down  and  adore  1 

f  2  0,  praise  Him  with  trumpet's  hoarse  terrors  of 
sound. 
His  praise  let  the  psalt'ry  and  harp  too  rebound, 
With  timbrel, and  cymbal, and  deep  organ's  roar;^— 
All  ye,  who  have  breath,  praise  the  Lord,  and 
adore  I  ajli^en. 


HYMNS 


FOR 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 


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HYMNS 


OF  GOD  AND  HIS  WORIiS. 

I*  L.  M,  St.  Paul's.  Treuton. 

God  the  almighty  Creator, 
aff  1  ALL-glorious  Godi  thy  boundless  power 
And  wondrous  goodness  we  adore ! 
Thou  dwellest  in  eternal  light, 
O'er-dazzling  to  created  sight! 

2  Yet.  Lord,  the  countless  worlds,  which  shine, 
Display  thy  majesty  divine: 

At  thy  command,  0  Thou  most  high, 
They  fill'd  the  arch  of  yon  blue  sky. 

3  When  Thou  didst  say,  "'Let  there  be  light," 
-<        Then  glory  burst  out  on  the  sight: — 

—       By  Thee  were  earth's  foundations  laid. 
And  earth  in  beauty  was  arrayed. 

4  But  all,  which  beams  out  on  the  eye, 
From  earth  beneath  and  yonder  sky, 
Are  faint  reflections  of  thy  power 

And  of  thy  love,  which  we  adore!        allen. 


2. 


L'  M.  Arnheim.  Winchelsea. 

The  Creation  of  the  World. 
GOD  spake,  and  from  chaotic  night 
At  once  sprung  forth  the  cheering  light, 
The  earth  in  beauty  was  arrayed, 
All  things  his  wondrous  pow'r  displayed. 


564  HYMNS.  [of  god  and 

2  Teeming  with  life,  air,  earth,  and  sea 
Obey  th'  Almighty's  high  decree  ; 
To  ev'ry  tribe  He  gives  their  food. 
Then  speaks  the  whole  divinely  good. 

S  But,  to  complete  the  wondrous  plan, 
From  earth  and  dust  He  fashions  man  ; 
mf      In  man,  the  last, — in  man,  the  best, 
The  Maker's  image  stands  confest. 

—  4  Lord,  while  thy  glorious  works  I  view, 
Form  Thou  my  heart  and  soul  anew  ; 
Here  bid  thy  purest  light  to  shine. 
And  beauty  glow  with  charms  divine. 

NEEDHAM. 

O.  C.  M.        Nottingham.   Newton. 

The  Creation. 

1  THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 
In  all  his  works  appears  ; 

His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace, 
His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 

2  Behold  this  fair  and  fertile  globe. 
By  Him  in  wisdom  planned  ; 

'T  was  He,  who  girded,  like  a  robe, 
The  ocean  round  the  land. 

3  In  ev'ry  stream  his  bounty  flows. 
Diffusing  joy  and  wealth  ; 

In  ev'ry  breeze  his  Spirit  blows, — 
The  breath  of  life  and  health. 

4  His  blessings  fall  in  plenteous  showers 
Upon  the  face  of  earth. 

That  teems  with  foliage,  fruit,  and  flowers. 
And  rings  with  infant  mirth. 

5  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair. 
Where  sin  and  death  abound  ; 

mf      How  beautiful  beyond  compare 

Will  paradise  be  found !  Montgomery. 


HIS  WORKS.]  HYMN  5.  365 

zj,^  6  &  4.  Swanton.     Italian  Hymn, 

God  the  Creator. 

1  GREAT  God,  enthroii'd  above, 
The  God  of  might  and  love, 

We  Thee  adore ! 
The  countless  worlds,  which  shine. 
Are  workmanship  of  thine. 
And  show  thy  skill  divine, 

And  wondrous  power ! 

2  Each  wand'rinor,  blazing  star, 
From  depths  of  space  afar, 

Which  brings  dismay  , 
The  glorious  sun  most  bright. 
The  moon  with  milder  light, 
And  planets  in  their  flight 

Thy  law  obey. 

3  The  ocean  wide,  serene^ 
The  earth  array *d  in  green, 

Each  flow-r,  that  blows  ; 
The  mountain,  tow'ring  high, 
mp      The  brook,  soft  purling  by, 
p         The  breezes,  as  they  sigli, 
—  Thy  hand  disclose. 

4  A  greater  work  is  thine, — 
Formed  by  thy  pow'r  divine, — 

mf  Man's  deathless  mind! 

aflf       O  may  th'  inmiortal  soul 

Yield  to  thy  law's  control, 

Then  ages,  as  they  roll, 

Man  blest  shall  tiiid!  allen. 

*^.  L.  M.  Appleton.   Bowea. 

The  Voice  of  JS^ature. 

1  NO  eagle  on  his  pinions  strong. 
Nor  warbling  nightingale  in  wood, 
Nor  scaly  fish, — nor  insect  throng. 
Nor  flow'r  with  tint  of  sky  or  bloody 

2  No  shaggy  beast  in  forest  wide, 
No  crystal  in  its  rocky  bed, 

No  rippling  brook, —  nor  stream  of  pride, 
No  cloud,  nor  star  in  silence  led, 
31* 


566  HYMN  6.  [of  god  and 

aflr  3  Father  of  All !  but  speaks  of  Thee, 

Of  goodness,  skill,  and  pow'r  divine  ! — 

Let  me  discern  thy  majesty 

In  all  these  wondrous  works  of  thine!    allen. 

t).  7s.  Prentiss.     Broad  Street. 

All  JVature  speaking  of  God. 

Aff  1  NEVER  doth  the  sun  arise, 
Moon  or  star  adorn  the  skies. 
Without  speaking,  Lord,  of  Thee, — 
Of  thy  glorious  majesty! 

2  Never  doth  the  light  outbeam, 
Never  murmurs  flowing  stream, 
But  it  speaks,  O  Lord,  of  Thee, 
Of  thy  kind  benignity  ! 

S  Not  a  beauteous  flow'r  doth  blow, 
Not  a  blade  of  grass  doth  grow. 
But  doth  speak,  0  Lord,  of  Thee, 
Of  thy  wondrous  bounty  free. 

4  Not  a  bird  outspreads  his  wing. 
Nor  on  tree  doth  sweetly  sing, 
Without  speaking,  Lord,  of  Thee, — 
Source  of  nature's  melody  ! 

5  Give  me.  Lord,  an  ear  to  hear 
Notes  all  ringing  loud  and  clear. 
Which  do  plainly  speak  of  Thee, — 

God  of  love  and  majesty  !  allen, 

T.  7s.  Grant.     Broad  Street. 

God  seen  in  .Xature. 

1  NOT  a  freckle,  or  a  stain, 
Not  a  streak  or  lovely  hue 

In  the  wild-flow'r  of  the  plain, 
As  it  opens  to  our  view  ; — 

2  Not  a  tinge  on  ocean-shell. 
Tinge  of  blue,  or  red,  or  gold, 
But  it  shows  thy  pencil  well. 
And  thy  skill.  Lord,  doth  unfold. 

3  Lo,  the  water-lily  white. 
Spread  out  on  the  liquid  ground 


HIS  WORKS.]  HYMN  9.  367 

To  the  purity  of  light, 

And  its  fragrance  floating  round! 

4  Sure  it  speaks  of  other  scene, — 
mp      Purest  region  high  above, — 
p         Where  in  stainless  ^vhite  are  seen 

All,  who  breathe  around  them  love !         allen. 

8.  CM.  Heath.    Arundel. 
Creation  and  Redeinption. 

1  THY  hand,  O  Lord,  hath  spread  the  sky, 
Most  glorious  to  behold, 

Ting'd  with  the  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

2  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 
And  strike  the  gazing  sight 

Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

mp  3  But,  Lord,  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Beam  on  us  from  above  ; 

Mercy  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
mf      We  see,  adore,  and  love  !  watts. 

9.  (ii.67.)  CM.         Colchester.    St.  Ann's. 

God's  eternal  Dominion. 
<    1  GREAT  God!  how  glorious  art  Thou! 
>•       What  worthless  worms  are  we.^ 
—      Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee ! 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Ere  starry  skies  were  spread  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Created  things  all  naked  lie 
To  thine  immense  survey, 
From  the  uprearing  of  the  sky 
To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
Stands  present  in  thy  view  ; 

To  Thee,  Lord,  nothing  old  appears, 
To  Thee  there's  nothins:  new  ! 


368  HYMN   10.  [of  god  and 

-<   5  Great  God!  how  glorious  art  Thou? 
>        What  worthless  w  orms  are  we  ? 
— •       Let  men  and  angels  lowly  bow. 

And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee !  watts. 

10.  (ii   168.)  L.   M.         Trenton.    St.  Paul's. 

God^s  Perfections. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns  ;  his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty  ; 

His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright. 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe  ; 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law  ; 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wdsdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs  ; 

His  pow'r  is  so v 'reign  to  fulfil 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

mp  4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend.^ 

mf      Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join  ; 

Heav'n  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine !  watts. 

11.  L.  M.         Hebron.     Medvvay. 
Glory  of  God.  Isa.  6. 

1  I  SAW  a  throne  uplifted  high, 
The  throne  of  God  in  yonder  sky  ; 
I  saw  his  train  of  spirits  bright. 
Dwelling  in  heav'n's  eternal  light. 

2  The  Seraphim,  a  glorious  band. 
Before  the  throne  in  order  stand. 
Each  spreads  his  wings  for  ready  flight, 
Or  mantles  his  o'er-dazzled  sight. 

3  AU-fill'd  with  wonder  and  with  love, 
With  joys,  which  thrill  the  blest  above. 
They  praise  the  God,  they  dare  not  see, — 
The  God  of  brightest  majesty ! 

4  And,  while  they  sing  with  loud  acclaim, 
'T  is  thus  they  shout  Jehovah's  name, — 


HIS  WORKS.]  HYMN   13.  369 

f        *'0,  holy,— holy,— holy  God!— 

Thy  glory'  spreads  through  worlds  abroad!" 

ALLEX, 

12.  S.  M,  Moorfield.     Clapton, 

God's  Greatness-       Isa.  40. 

1  WHO  in  his  hollow  hand 
Hath  measur-d  ocean  wide? 

And  weigh'd  the  mountains,  tho"  they  stand 
Up-tow'ring  in  their  pride? 

2  Who  meted  out  the  heaven, 
And  mark'd  each  planet's  road? 

Who  to  each  star  his  place  hath  given? — 
'T  was  Thou,  almighty  God! 

3  As  but  a  bucket's  drop 
With  Thee  the  nations  be  ; 
The  ocean  isles  Thou  takest  up. 
As  little  things  with  Thee. 

4  We  lift  to  heav'n  our  eye. 
Thy  glory  we  behold, 

For  all  the  hosts  of  yonder  sky 
Thy  majesty  unfold. 

5  Lord !  may  we  fear  thy  might, 
mp      And  dread  thy  righteous  power, 

—       That  we  may  dwell  in  thy  blest  sight, 

mf      And  praise  Thee  evermore !  alle>'. 

A*-^»  L.  M.  Appleton.  Elleathorpe. 

God's  Glory  and  Omnipresence- 

1  THY  Light  ten  thousand  suns  outvies^ 
Too  radiant.  Lord,  for  seraph's  eyes! 
Thou  present  art  in  this  low  sphere  ; 
Where'er  we  fly,  Thou  still  art  near  ; 

2  Present,  when  sinners  dare  thy  stroke, 
Present,  when  saints  thine  aid  invoke  ; 
Thou,  in  its  caverns,  dost  survey 
Pollution  with  unstained  ray. 

3  Benign, — severe,  Thou  present  art 
In  every  saint's  and  sinner's  heart, 
Who,  from  thy  presence,  feel  within 
The  just  reward,  and  doom  of  sin. 


370  HYMN  14.  [of  god  and 

Aif  4  Lord !  make  me  pure,  as  Thou  an  pure. 
From  tempting  world  my  soul  secure  ; 
Thine  image  stamp  ;  to  copy  Thee, 
Let  this  my  chief  ambition  be !  ken. 

14.  (ii.  166.)         C.  M.  St.  Ann's.  London. 

The  Divine  Perfections. 

1  HOW  shall  we  praise  th'  eternal  God, 
That  Infinite  unknown.'* 

Who  can  ascend  his  high  abode. 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ! 

2  Those  watchful  eyes,  that  never  sleep. 
Survey  the  world  around  ; 

His  wisdom  is  a  boundless  deep. 
Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned. 

mf  3  Justice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
mp      While  mercy  sends  her  pardons  down, 

Bought  with  a  Savior's  blood. 

—  4  Now  to  our  souls,  immortal  King, 

Speak  some  forgiving  word  ; 
mf       Then  't  will  be  double  joy  to  sing 

The  glories  of  our  Lord!  watts. 

15.  (i.  82.)  L.   M.  Enon.     Tremont  Str. 
God's  Greatness  ;  Man^s   Vanity. 

mp  1  SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  God? 
Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just,  than  He.*^ 

—  2  Behold,  He  puts  his  trust  in  none 

Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne: 
But  how  nuich  meaner  things  are  they. 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay? 

mp  3  From  night  to  day, — from  day  to  night 
>        We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  sight  ; 
mp      Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
>.       We  faint  and  vanish,  like  the  moth. 

mp  4  Almighty  Pow'r!  to  Thee  we  bow  ; 
X    How  frail  are  we? — how  glorious  Thou? 


HIS  WORKS.]  HYMN   17.  371 

—       No  more  let  sinners  dare  rebel, 

>•        But  dread  the  pow'r,  which  casts  to  hell ! 

WATTS, 

16.  (ii.  169.)  H.  M.  Stow.  Haddam. 

God's  Perfections. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns  as  King, 
His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  robes,  his  covering. 
Are  light  and  majesty: 

His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright. 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law ; 

And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  contii-ms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  of  old 
Surprising  wisdom  shines  ; 
Hell's  pow'rs  by  Him  controlled, 
He  breaks  their  dark  designs: 

Strong  is  his  arm,  and  shall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees,  his  sovereign  will. 

aff      4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

To  me.  a  worm,  descend, 

And  may  I  say,  and  sing, 

''My  Father  and  my  Friend.^" 
I  love  thy  name,  I  love  thy  word  ; 
Join  all  my  pow'rs,  and  praise  the  Lord. 

WATTS. 

17.  (ii.  170.)  L.xM.  Hebron.  Medway. 
God  incomprehensible  and  sovereign. 

1  CAN  creatures  to  perfection  find 
Th'  eternal,  uncreated  mind.' 
God  is  a  king  of  pow'r  unknown. 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne. 

2  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form. 
The  crooked  serpent  and  the  worm: 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  smites  the  sons  of  pride  to  death. 


372  HYMN   18.  [of  god  and 

3  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  He  makes  whole  ; 
P>-     He  calms  the  tempests  of  the  soul  ; 
When  He  shuts  up  in  long  despair. 
Who  can  the  gloom  and  mis'ry  bear? 

—  4  He  frowns,  and  darkness  veils  the  moon  ; 
The  fainting  sun  grows  dim  at  noon  ; 
The  pillars  of  heav'ns  starry  roof 
Tremble  and  start  at  his  reproof. 

5  These  are  a  portion  of  his  ways. 
But  these  of  God  are  weak  displays: 
Who  can  endure  his  light  ?  or  stand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand?         watts. 

A^»  7s.  Bates.    German  Hymn. 

God'>s  inco77iprehensihle  Majesty.     Job  40. 

1  GOD  from  out  the  whirlwind  said, — 
"Gird  thy  loins,  lift  up  thy  head: 
Where,  0  mortal,  say,  wast  thou. 
When  the  earth  I  founded  low? 

2  "When  I  laid  its  measure  broad, 
And  outstretch'd  my  line  and  cord? 
When  I  plac'd  its  corner-stone, 
And  the  wondrous  work  was  done? 

3  "When  the  morning  stars  did  sing. 
And  my  sons,  all  wondering, 
Made  their  joyful  shouts  arise, 
Echoing  through  the  blazing  skies? 

4  "When  the  sea  my  hand  confined. 
And  in  swaddling-cloud  did  bind. 
And  did  set  a  bar  and  door; 
That  it  overflow^  no  more? 

5  "Where  wast  thou,  when  I  in  might 
Poured  out  the  floods  of  light? 

Tell  me,  where  the  light  doth  dwell! 
Where  the  darkness  hath  her  cell ! 

6  "Where  I  keep  my  treasur'd  snow, 
And  the  hail,  which  smites  down  low? 
Where  I  keep  my  lightnings  fierce. 
Which  the  wicked  quickly  pierce?" — 


HIS  WORKS.]  HYMN  20.  37S 

mp  7  Lord,  we  humbly  bend  to  Thee, 

-<        Glorious  in  thy  majesty  ! 

mp      While  we  dread  thy  mighty  power, 

-<        Shine  in  love  forevermore !  allen. 

ly,  S.  M.  Bender.    Watchman 

God  unchangeable  in  Glory.  Job  35. 

1  BEHOLD  the  heav'ns  and  see, 
Behold  yon  worlds  of  light! 

Then  think  of  God's  great  majesty, 
And  his  resistless  might ! 

2  If  thou  his  law  dost  break, 
And  his  blest  name  revile  ; 

Before  thee  will  th'Almighty  quake  ? 
Canst  thou  his  glory  soil  ? 

S  Or,  if  his  law  thou  keep. 
And  walkest  in  his  way, 
Dost  thou  give  depth  to  ocean  deep. 
Or  light  to  blazing  day.'' 

4  'Tis  man  thy  crimes  distress, 
Thyself  thy  guilt  destroys: 

Thy  goodness  may  thy  brother  bless, 
And  give  to  man  new  joys ! 

5  With  God,  most  just,  most  right. 
Avenging  pow'r  doth  dwell: 
Then  tremble  at  his  awful  might. 

And  flee  th'  abyss  of  hell !  allen. 

20.        m  C.  M.  Colchester.    St.  Ann's. 

God^s  Majesty. 

1  THE  Lord,  our  God,  is  Lord  of  all. 
His  station  who  can  tind.^ 

I  hear  Him  in  the  waterfall ! 
I  hear  Him  in  the  wind ! 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud. 
His  face  I  cannot  fly  ; 

I  see  Him  in  the  evening  cloud. 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

3  He  lives,  He  reigns  in  ev'ry  land, 
From  winter's  polar  snows 

32 


374  HYMN  21.  [of  god  and 

To  where  across  the  burning  sand 
The  blasting  meteor  glows. 

4  He  smiles,  we  live  ;  He  frowns,  we  die: 
We  hang  upon  his  word: — 

He  lifts  His  red  right  arm  on  high. 
And  ruin  bares  the  sword. 

5  He  bids  his  blasts  the  fields  deform  ; 
Then,  when  his  thunders  cease. 
Sits  like  an  angel  'mid  the  storm, 

And  smiles  the  winds  to  peace  !  white. 

-^  *•  •  S.  M.  Shawraut.   Mornlngton. 

God^s  Majesty ;  Man's  Weakness-    Job.  40. 
mf  1  HAST  thou  an  arm  like  God? 
Or  canst  thou  lift  thyvoice 
In  thunders, — which  He  sends  abroad 
With  terrifying  noise  ? 

—  2  Come,  deck  thyself  in  pride. 

And  stand  in  bright  array  ; 

With  pow'r  and  beauty  at  thy  side, 

Thy  majesty  display! 

mf  3  Come,  cast  abroad  thy  wrath. 

And  humble  all  the  proud  ; 

Let  vengeance  all  the  guilty  scath, 
•<        And  speak  to  earth  aloud ! — 

—  4  Then  deem  not,  man  of  clay. 

Thine  arm  an  arm  of  dread. 
Nor  think,  thy  hand  can  turn  away 
mp      Perdition  from  thy  head!  allen. 

>-"-'•  L.M.  Bernard.  Winchester. 

The  Power  of  God. 

1  BEHOLD  yon  waterfall,  and  say. 
While  ear  is  stunn'd  with  torrent's  roar^ 
And  up-piPd  rocks  shake  with  dismay, — 
Can  God  no  flood  of  vengeance  pour.'' 

2  Can  He  not  shake  the  sternest  soul? — 
The  mightiest  He  can  onward  bear 
By  force,  beyond  all  earth's  control, 

>       And  pUmge  in  deep  and  dark  despair. 


HIS  WORKS.]  HYMN  24.  375 

mf  3  But  lo!  the  bow  of  promise  gleams 
O'er  all  the  wild  abyss  beneath ! 
'T  is  thus  the  gospel  bright  outbeams 
O'er  wrath  and  curse  denouncing  death  !  allen. 

23.  (ii.  22.)  L.  M.         Winchester.  Hebron. 

God^s  fearful  Justice. 

1  O,  DREADFUL  God,  enthron'd  on  high, 
How  awful  is  thy  thundering  hand? 

Thy  fiery  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly.^ 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withstand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew. 
And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown: 
Thine  arrows  struck  the  traitor  through, 
And  weighty  vengeance  sunk  him  down. 

3  Sodom  too  felt  the  fire  of  hell, 
And  still  endures  the  penal  wrath: 
With  endless  burnings  who  can  dwell. 
Or  meet  Thee  in  thy  vengeful  path.'^ 

4  Tremble  ,  ye  sinners,  and  submit  ; 
Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne: 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 

Or  his  strong  hand  shall  crush  you  do^\Ti ! 

WATTS. 

24.  6  &  4.  Oakham.     Italian  H. 
God's  Anger  to  be  dreaded.  Nah.  1. 

1  TO  anger  God  is  slow  ; 
Yet  shall  the  wicked  know 

His  venging  power  ; 
In  whirhvind  and  in  storm. 
When  clouds  the  skies  deform. 
And  lightnings  burst  in  harm. 

We  God  adore ! 

2  The  rock-built  mountains  quake. 
The  earth's  foundations  shake 

Before  his  might : 
mp      Ah !  who  his  wrath  can  bide. 
When,  like  a  fiery  tide, 
His  fury  rages  wide, 

And  spreads  aflfright  ? 


376  HYMN  25.  [of  god  and 

—  3  Yet  God  is  good  on  high. 
And  He  is  ever  nigh 

To  men  in  wo  ; 
A  strong-hold  in  the  day, — 
When  sorrows  bring  dismay, — 
To  all  who  love  his  sway: 

Them  He  doth  know.         allen. 

^0»  S.  M.         Bladenburg.    Moraington. 

God  to  be  feared.  Isa.  51. 

1  FEAR  not,  Jehovah  cries, 
The  scoffs  of  sinful  men, 
Revilings  of  a  man,  that  dies. 
And  sinks  to  dust  again. 

2  As  on  the  fretted  cloth 

The  worm  supplies  his  need, 
As  wool  is  eaten  by  the  moth, — 
On  man  the  worm  shall  feed. 

3  But  my  firm  truth  is  sure, 

And  fix'd  as  heav'n's  own  sphere  ; 
And  my  salvation  shall  endure 
From  age  to  age,  fore'er! 

4  Why  shouldst  thou  be  afraid 
Of  man,  that  soon  must  die. 
Forgetting  God,  who  Thee  hath  made. 
And  stretch'd  out  yonder  sky  ?  allen. 

L.  M.  Roth  well.  Elleiithorpe. 

Wisdom  and  Knowledge  of  God. 

n    1  AWAKE,  my  tongue  ; — thy  tribute  bring 
To  Him,  who  gave  thee  pow'r  to  sing  3 
Praise  Him,  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  How  vast  his  knowledge? — how  profound? — 
A  depth,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned! 
The  stars  He  numbers, — and  their  names 

He  gives  to  all  those  heav'nly  flames. 

3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold ! 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine 

To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 


2Q. 


HIS  WORKS.]  HYMN  28.  377 

4  But  in  redemption,  O  ^vhat  grace? 
Its  wonders,  O  what  thought  can  trace? 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright : — 
Praise  Him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 

^-EEDHAM. 

^**  (i.  117.)         L.  M.  Hebron.  Nazareth. 

Election  sovereign  and  free- 

1  MAY  not  the  Sov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Dispense  his  favors,  as  He  will? 
Choose  some  to  life,  while  others  die. 
And  yet  be  just  and  gracious  still? 

2  Shall  man  reply  against  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjust, 
The  thunder  of  whose  dreadful  word 
Can  crush  a  thousand  worlds  to  dust? 

3  But,  0  my  soul,  if  truth  so  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  sight  ; 
Still  thou  his  written  will  obey. 

And  wait  the  great,  decisive  day. 

4  Then  He  shall  make  his  justice  kno^Mi  5 
And  the  whole  w  orld  before  his  throne 
AVith  joy  or  terror  shall  confess 

The  glory  of  his  righteousness!  watts. 

<wO,  S.  M.  Pentonville.  Paddington. 

God's  Decrees,  and  Election- 

1  DESIGN,  throughout  the  world, 
In  all  God's  works,  is  found  ; 

By  law  are  yonder  planets  whirled 
In  their  wide  orbits  round. 

2  And  not  a  blade  doth  spring 
On  earthly  clod  below. 

But  God,  the  glorious  heav'nly  King, 
Hath  made  that  blade  to  grow. 

3  Each  drop  in  ocean's  store. 
Each  pebble  too  He  weighed. 
Each  sand  upon  the  sea-beat  shore, 
"SVhen  earth  by  Him  was  made. 

32* 


378  HYMN  29.  [of  god  and 

4  And  hath  He  no  design 
Beyond  dead  nature's  bound? 

Doth  He  not  stretch  his  meas'ring  line 
The  human  race  around? 

5  Sends  He  not  mercy's  voice 
To  whom  He  wills  to  bless, — 
Still  leaving  others  to  their  choice. 
In  perfect  righteousness? 

6  With  rev'rence  do  we  bow. 
And  all  thy  ways  approve : 
Lord !  let  us  thy  salvation  know. 

Thy  rich,  electing  love !  allen. 

*^y«  L.  M.  Hebron.  Nazareth. 

God^s  electing  Love.  Eph.  1. 
Aff  1  THE  God  and  Father  of  our  Lord 
We  praise  for  his  redeeming  word: 
O,  blessed  be  his  holy  name ! 
Let  ev'ry  soul  his  grace  proclaim! 

2  For  richest  blessings  from  above 
The  Lord,  in  his  electing  love, 
Hath  shed  upon  our  guilty  souls, — 
His  Spirit's  pow'r,  which  sin  controls  ; 

3  According  as  in  Christ  He  chose 
To  save  us  from  our  sins  and  woes  ; 
And  chose  us,  ere  the  worlds  of  light 
Had  pour'd  their  radiance  on  the  sight ; 

4  Design'd  us  his  adopted  sons, 

Prepar'd  for  us  bright,  heav'nly  crowns, — 
In  sov'reignty  of  his  own  will, — 
That  his  might  be  the  glory  still ! 

mf  5  0,  blessed  God!  0,  source  of  good! 
Our  hearts,  in  gratefulness  of  mood. 
Will  praise  Thee,  when  the  worlds  of  light 
Shall  sink  in  chaos  and  in  night !  allen. 

30.  6&4.  Italian  H.    Dort, 

God's  electing  Love.  Eph.  1. 
mf    1  WE  praise  for  his  good  word 
The  Father  of  our  Lord, 
Enthron'd  above  : 


HIS  WORKS.]  HYMN  31.  379 

We  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  with  our  glad  acclaim 
Electing  grace  proclaim, — 
Eternal  love ! 

—  2  Before  this  earthly  ball 

Had  heard  his  mighty  call. 

Or  mountains  rose  ; 
Before  the  sun  pour'd  light, 
Before  the  stars  of  night 
Had  glitter'd  on  the  sight. 

Our  souls  He  chose: 

S  He  chose, — though  deeply  vile, — 
In  love  to  reconcile 

Through  Christ,  his  Son  ; 
To  cleanse  the  fount  within, 
To  bring  us  from  our  sin, 
That  we  might  glory  win, — 

A  heav'nly  crown ! 

rap  4  And  now  we  taste  his  love. 
His  mercy  from  above. 

Through  Christ,  the  Lamb ! — 
mf      Thy  name  be  ever  blest ! 

To  Thee  be  praise  address'd 
In  songs,  that  never  rest. 

Thou  great  ^'I  am  !"  allen. 

31.  4  k  6.  Woodstock.    Arlington. 

Gods' s  electing  Love. 

Aff      1  OUR  God  above, 
The  God  of  love ! 
Thee  we  extol  and  bless  ; 
Our  heav'nly  King, 
We'll  ceaseless  sing 
Thy  grace  and  righteousness ! 

2  When  all  within 
Was  dead  in  sin. 
We  felt  thy  quick'ning  po'wer  5 
Thy  Spirit's  might. 
Thy  heav'nly  light 
We  praise,  w^hile  we  adore. 


380  HYMN  32.  [of  god  and 

3  Thy  sov'reignty 
O,  Lord,  we  see 
In  this,  which  Thou  hast  done  ; 
For  Thou  didst  choose 
Our  bands  to  loose  ; — 
Our  hearts  thy  grace  hath  won. 

f         4  Then,  Lord,  our  songs 
With  heav'nly  throngs 
Forever  shall  arise  ; 
And  we  will  sing, 
O  heav'nly  King, 
Thy  mercy  in  the  skies !  allen. 


32. 


C,  M,  MedOeld,  London. 

God  condescending'  to  the  Humble. 


mp  1  THOUGH  ^^Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord!" 
Seraph  to  seraph  sings. 
And  angel-choirs,  with  one  accord. 
Worship,  with  veiling  wings  ; — 

—  2  Though  earth  thy  footstool,  heav'n  thy  throne. 

Thy  way  amidst  the  sea. 

Thy  path  deep  floods,  thy  steps  unknown, 

Thy  counsels  mystery  j — 

aff  3  Yet  wilt  Thou  look  on  him,  who  lies 
A  suppliant  at  thy  feet. 
And  hearken  to  the  feeblest  cries, 
That  reach  the  mercy-seat. 

—  4  Between  the  Cherubim  of  old 

The  glory  was  expressed  ; 

But  God,  through  Christ,  we  now  behold 

In  flesh  made  manifest. 

afF  5  Through  Him,  who  all  our  sickness  felt, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bare. 
Through  Him  in  whom  thy  fulness  dwelt. 
We  offer  up  our  prayer !         Montgomery. 

33»  (i.51.)  S.  M,  Stoninsjton.  Dover. 

Praise  for  everlasting  Mercy. 
Aflf  1  TO  God,  the  only  wise. 
Our  Savior  and  our  King, 


HIS  WORKS,]  HYMN  34.  381 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
His  counsel  and  his  care, 

That  guide  us  to  his  throne  above. 
Secure  from  ev'ry  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 
Unblemish'd  and  complete, 

In  heav'n,  where  He  his  face  unfolds, 
With  joys  divinely  sweet. 

mf  4  Then  all  the  chosen  race 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  God,  enthron'd  on  high. 
Wisdom  with  pow'r  belongs, 
f         Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 

And  everlasting  songs!  watts. 

34.  (ii.  60.)  L,  M.         Tallis  E,  H.    Rockingham, 

God's  Truth. 

1  PRAISE,  everlasting  praise  be  paid 

To  Him,  who,  earth's  foundations  laid  ; 
Praise  to  the  God,  whose  will  must  be, — 
Who  sways  the  world  by  his  decree ! 

2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
He  sets  his  kindest  promises. 

3  0,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith. 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith, 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own ! 

4  Then,  should  the  earth's  firm  pillars  shake. 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break. 

Our  steady  souls  shall  fear  no  more, 

Than  solid  rocks,  when  billows  roar !       watts. 


382  HYMN  35.  [op  god  and 

*^5*  L,  M,  Arnheim.    Old  Hundred, 

God  our  Preserver. 

1  BY  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad. 
Still  are  we  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed. 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

2  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

aff      We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit. 

And,  peaceful,  leave  before  thy  feet. 

3  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 
Thou  art  our  joy,  and  Thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Ador'd  through  all  our  changing  days. 

4  Though  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs, 
p         And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 

mf      Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust. 
In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 


DODDRIDGE. 


36 


C.  M,  Ferry,    London. 

God  our  Preserver  and  Benefactor. 

Aff  1  LORD,  in  the  day  Thou  art  about 
The  paths,  wherein  I  tread. 
And  in  the  night,  I  cannot  doubt, 
Thou  art  around  my  bed. 

2  I  daily  'scape  a  thousand  shocks, 
I  pass  by  many  a  pit, 

I  sail  by  many  dreadful  rocks, 
Where  others  have  been  split. 

3  Whilst  others  in  God's  prisons  be. 
Bound  with  affliction's  chains, 

I  walk  at  large,  secure,  and  free 
From  sickness  and  from  pains. 

4  O,  let  my  house  a  temple  be ! 
mf      That  I  and  mine  may  sing 

Hosannas  to  thy  Majesty, 
And  praise  our  heav'nly  King ! 

Montgomery's  coll. 


HIS  WORKS.]  HYMN  39.  383 

Oi»  S.  M.  Boylston.    Dunbar. 

God  all-sufficient. 
AfF  1  WHEN  earthly  conitbrts  die, 
And  thorns  o'erspread  the  road. 
Whither,  O !  whither  shall  I  fly, 
But  unto  Thee,  my  God? 

2  When  anxious  thoughts  arise. 
And  sorrows  compass  round. 
Amidst  ten  thousand  enemies 
In  Thee  my  help  is  found. 

3  Then  at  thy  feet  I'll  bow, 
And  in  thy  mercy  trust: 

If  I  am  sav'd,  how  good  art  Thou.^ 
And,  if  I  perish,  just! 

4  Perish  ! — It  cannot  be. 
Since  Jesus  shed  his  blood  ; 

The  promise  is  both  rich  and  free, 

And  He  will  make  it  good!  beddome. 

38.  L.   M  Illinois.  Ellenthorp^. 

GoiVs  Goodness. 
mf  1  YE  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  let  his  pow'r  and  goodness  sound 
Through  all  your  tribes  the  eailh  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heav'ns  your  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light. 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll. 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  But  0  !  that  brighter  world  above, 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  Love  ! — 
God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  arrayed, 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made!    doddridge. 

'^J'  7s.  Eroad  Str.  Rutland. 

God  is  Love. 

Aff  1  EARTH,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers, 

Air,  with  all  its  beams  and  showers. 

Ocean's  boundless,  blue  expanse, 

Heav'u's  resplendent  countenance  ; 


384  HYMN  40.  [of  god  and 

All  around,  and  all  above 

Hath  this  record, — ''God  is  love  !" 

2  Sounds  among  the  vales  and  hills, 
In  the  woods  and  by  the  rills, 
Of  the  breeze  and  of  the  bird. 
By  the  gentle  summer  stirr'd  ; 
All  these  songs,  beneath,  above. 
Have  one  burden, — ''God  is  love!' 

S  All  the  charities,  that  start 
From  the  fountain  of  the  heart  ; 
All  the  quiet  bliss,  that  lies 
In  our  human  sympathies  ; 
These  are  voices  from  above, 
Sweetly  whisp'ring, — "God  is  love  !"      pulpit, 

40.  (ii.54.)         C.   M.  Amboy.     Stevens. 

God's  Presence  is  Light  in  Darkness- 
Aff  1  MY  God!  of  all  my  joy  the  spring. 
The  life  of  my  delight. 
Each  cheerful  day  thy  praise  I  sing, 
And  bless  Thee  ev'ry  night. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  Thou  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ; 

Thou  art  my  morning  s:ar  most  clear. 
And  Thou  my  rising  sun ! 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 
^Vith  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

\Vhile  Jesus  shows,  his  heart  is  mine, 
p         And  whispers,  I  am  his  ! 

mf  4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word. 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way. 
To  dwell  with  Him,  my  Lord !    "         watts  . 

41  •  (ii.  94.)  CM,  St.  Ann's.  Colchester, 

God  my  only  Happiness. 

Aff  1  MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love. 
My  everlastmg  All, 
I've  none  but  Thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 


JUS  WORKS.]  HYMN  43.  385 

2  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
Aiul  callVl  the  stars  my  own. 

Of  irood  I  still  should  feel  the  dearth. 
Were  thy  rich  grace  unknown. 

3  For  transient  joys  let  others  thirst, 
And  toil  for  earthly  store  ; 
Lord,  I  ^vill  seek  thy  mercy  fii'st, 

mf      And  1  desire  no  more !  watts. 

42.  (11.93.)         S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Clapton. 

God  AU  and  in  all. 
II    1  MY  God,  my  life,  mv  love. 
To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call  ; 
I  cannot  live,  if  Thou  remove, 
For  Thou  art  All  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon,  where  I  dwell  ; 
mf      'T  is  paradise,  when  Thou  art  here  5 
mp      If  Thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

Aff  3  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love. 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll. 

The  circle,  where  my  passions  move, 

And  centre  of  my  soul!  wa.tts. 

43.  (ii.41.)  L,  M,        Appleton.  EUenthorpe* 

Vision  of  God. 
1  UP  to  the  fields,  wf^ere  angels  sing, 
And  streams  of  good  forever  roll. 
Gladly  Td  mount  on  eagles'  wing  ; — 
But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

aff  2  My  Lord,  had  I  a  glance  of  Thee, 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  would  vanish  soon  ; 
Vanish,  as  twilight  spectres  flee. 
Or  a  dim  taper  dies  at  noon. 

mf  3  Great  All  in  all, — eternal  King ! 
Let  me  but  view  thy  glorious  face. 
And  all  my  pow'rs  shall  bow  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace !  watts. 

S3 


386  HYMN  44.  [of  the  word 

44.  L.  M.  Clyde.    Uxbridge, 

Trust  in  God.  Isa.  40. 

1  THE  Lord,  the  everlasting  God, 
Who  made  and  spread  the  earth  abroad. 
Ne'er  runs  a  weary  course  nor  faints. 
But  is  the  strength  of  all  his  saints. 

2  The  blooming  youths  shall  fade  away. 
And  vig'rous  men  shall  feel  decay  : 
But  they,  who  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
And  trust  the  promise  of  his  word, 

3  Their  wasted  strength  shall  quick  regain. 
And  mount  on  eagles'  wings  aniain^; 
Unwearied  they  shall  run  their  race. 

And  faintless  walk  with  cheerful  pace!  allen. 


OF  THE  WORD  OF  GOD. 

45.  (ii.l20.)         S.  M.  Westminster.  St,  Thomas. 

The  Law  and  Gospel. 

1  THE  Lord  declares  his  will, 
And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  ; 
Amidst  the  smoke  of  Sinai's  hill 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 
And,  smiling  from  above. 

Sends  down  the  gospel  of  his  grace, 
The  letters  of  his  love. 

3  These  sacred  words  impart 
Our  Maker's  just  commands, 

p         The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
—       And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  We  read  the  heav'nly  word. 
And  richest  mercy  find, 
Obey  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  promise  kind. 

5  In  vain  shall  Satan  rage 
Asrainst  a  book  divine, 

mf      Where  flaming  lightnings  guard  the  page, 

mp      Where  beams  of  mercy  shine  !  watts. 


OF  GOD.]  HYMN  48.  387 

4o.  C.  M.  Putney.    Arlington. 

The  Light  and  glory  of  the  IVorO- 

1  THE  S()ii*it  breathes  upon  il»e  wo.xl, 
And  bri))g>  ilie  truth  to  5?ight  ; 
Precepts  aiid  promises  affo'*d 
A  pure  end  cheering  li^^hr. 

mf  2  A  gloiy  gilds  the  sacred  pai^e, 
Majesiic  like  ihe  siiii  : 
It  gives  a  ]ight  to  ev'ry  age, 
]t  give>J,  but  borrows  Done. 

aff  S  Lord!  everlasting  thanks  be  t'liue 
For  such  a  Ijright  display, 
A<  makes  a  world  of  darkness  ^.h.iije 
With  beams  of  heav'oly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  Him,  1  love, 
mf-<  Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  %^*ew 

In  brighier  worlds  above!  cowper. 

47.  (ii.  15.)  L.  M.  Wayne.     Duke  Street, 

Prophecy  and  Inspiration. 
1   'TWAS  by  an  order  frotn  the  Lord. 
The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word  : 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'n^y  fire. 

aflf  2  Great  God.  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 
And  read  his  name,  who  died  for  Tue. 

3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  niind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind: 
mf      Here  I  can  fix  my  ho]3e  secure  ; 

This  is  thy  word  and  must  endure  !         watts. 

48.  (ii.131.)         f.  M.  Brewer.  Timsbur}-. 

The  Christian  Heligion  excellent. 
aff  1   LET  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Savior,  and  my  Lord  ! 
Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down. 
And  writ  the  blessings  in  thvword. 


3S8  HYMN  49.  [of  the  word 

2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  thinks 
To  find  firm  ground  to  rest  upon  ; 

In  deep  despair  the  spirit  sinks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree  ? 
How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands? 
Thy  promises,  how  firm  they  be? 
How  fii*m  our  hope  and  comibrt  stands ! 

4  Should  all  the  forms,  that  men  devise, 
Assault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies. 

And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart.  v/ atts. 

4^.  S.  M.         Westminster.     St.  Thomas. 

God^s  Word  is  Light. 
mf  1  THY  word,  0  Lord,  is  light, 
Outbeaming  from  the  sky, 
Than  glorious,  shining  sun  more  bright. 
More  gladd'ning  to  the  eye ! 

—  2  On  grave's  repulsive  gloom 
It  pours  its  radiance  clear  : — 
We  look  beyond  the  narrow  tomb  ; 

mf      Eternal  scenes  appear ! 

3  Immortal  life  and  good 

To  us  thy  word  makes  known, — 

The  purest  joys'  o'erwhelming  flood, — 

Bliss  lasting  as  thy  throne! 

aff  4  O,  let  thy  word's  blest  light 

Shine  on  our  heav'n-ward  way ! — 
In  thy  sweet  truth  may  we  delight. 
And  thy  just  laws  obey!         allen. 

50      (ii-  152.)  C.  M.  LitchfieM.    Newton. 

Sinai  and  Sio?i. 
If    1  NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke  ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word. 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke. 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill. 
The  city  of  our  God, 


OF  GOD.]  HYMN  52.  389 

mp      Where  iniMe]-  Avoids  dechire  his  will, 
<:       And  spread  his  love  abroad. 
—  3  Behold  the  spirits  of  the  blest. 

When  faith  is  turn'd  to  sight ; 

In  everlasting  peace  they  rest, 

They  dwell  in  heav'nly  light! 
4  The  saints  on  earth  and  all  the  dead 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
mf      All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  head. 

And  of  hi>  grace  partake.         wati   . 

51.     (i.lO.)  CM.        H.    "How  beauteous."  Epaphras. 

Zion  and  the  Gospel. 

1  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet. 
Who  stand  on  Z ion's  hi  I), 

Whose  tongues  salvation's  joys  repeat. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal! 

2  How  joyfully  they  sing.^ 
How  sweet  their  tidings  are.^ 

mf       ''Zion  !  behold  thy  Savior  King  I 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here  !*' 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  in  past  years 
All  sought,  but  never  found ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  ewQ^, 
That  see  this  heav'nly  light! 
Prophets  and  kings  would  see  it  rise, 
But  died  without  the  sight! 

5  The  watchmen's  voice  ])rolongs 
The  notes,  their  hearts  employ  ; 

<z       Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy  ! 
mf  6  The  Lord  displays  his  power 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
f         Let  every  nation  now  adore 

Their  Savior  and  their  God!         watts. 

52.         (ii.l38,)  L.  M.  Arnheira.  Old  Hundred. 

The  Power  of  the  Gospel. 
1  THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
33* 


390  HYMN  53.  [worship 

Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find 
To  heal  di.<eases  of  the  mind, 
This  sov'reign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruinM  creature, — man. 

S  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive  ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live  ; 
Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turn'd  to  flesh. 

4  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew. 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The  word,  that  saves  me,  doth  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rai^e.         watts. 


WORSHIP  OF  GOD. 


53. 


(ii.30.)  S.  M,        St.  Thomas,  Silver  Street, 

Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth* 

1  COME,  we,  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known. 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 

Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields. 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

3  Then  let  our  songs  resound. 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry ; 

f         We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high!        watts. 

54.  '''s.  Wilmot.  Blue  Town, 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest. 
mf  1  SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heav'n  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  He  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 


OF  GOD.]  HYMN  55.  391 

Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  He 
Captive  led  ca])tivity. 

3  Heav'n  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
Godwin  make  new  heav'nsand  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  Borne  on  saints'  last,  dying  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 

f<      Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  pow'rs  employ! 

MONTGOMERY. 
55.  H,  M.  Harwich,   Haddam. 

Praise  to  God. 

1  YE  holy  angels  bright, 

Which  stand  before  God's  throne. 
And  dwell  in  glorious  light, 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  each  one! 
God's  praises  sound, 
For  in  his  sight  With  sweet  delight 
Ye  do  abound ! 

2  My  soul,  bear  thou  thy  part. 
Exult  in  God  alone! 

\Vith  grateful,  well-tun'd  heart 
Sing  thou  the  songs  of  love  I 
Thou  art  his  own. 
Whose  precious  blood.  Shed  for  thy  good, 
His  love  made  known. 

3  With  thy  triumphant  flock 
Let  me.  Lord,  numbered  be. 
Built  on  th'  eternal  rock, 
Let  me  thy  glory  see : 

The  heav'ns  so  high 
With  praise  shall  ring,  And  all  shall  sing 
In  harmony ! 

4  The  sun  is  but  a  spark 
From  the  eternal  Light ; 
Its  brightest  beams  are  dark 
To  that  most  glorious  sight ! 

Then  the  whole  choir 
With  one  accord  Shall  praise  the  Lord 

Forevermore!  r.  baxter^ 


392  HYMN  53.  [worship 

56.  C,  M,  Litchfield.   York, 

Praise  to  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

1  FATHER  of  glory!  to  thy  name 
Immortal  praise  we  give, 
Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim. 
And  bid  us,  rebels,  live. 

2  Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 
Who  makes  thine  anger  cease  ; 

Our  lives  He  ransomed  with  his  own, 
And  died  to  make  our  peace! 

3  To  thy  almighty  Spirit  be 
Immortal  glory  given. 

Whose  influence  brings  us^nearto  Thee, 
And  trains  us  up  for  heaven.         pratt's  coll. 

O  i  •  7s.  Nuremburg^,   Blue  Towu. 

Meeting  of  Christians. 
mp  1   SWEET  the  time,  exceeding  sweet, 
When  the  saints  together  meet, 
When  the  Savior  is  the  theme. 
Whose  keen  pains  their  souls  redeem. 

—  2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 

Such  as  did  the  Father  move ; 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, 
Lov'd  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love  ; 
How  He  left  the  realms  above. 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place, 
Liv'd  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit's  love: 
With  our  wretched  hearts  He  strove, 
Fill'd  our  minds  with  grief  and  fear, 
Brought  the  precious  Savior  near. 

mp  5  Sweet  the  place,  exceeding  sweet. 
Where  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 
Blessed  Savior,  Thou  the  theme. 
Whose  keen  pains  our  souls  redeem ! 

burder's  coll. 


OF  GOD.]  HYMN  60.  393 

*^8.  CM.  Downs.    Dedhum. 

Meeting  of  Christians. 

1  WELL  met,  dear  fricnd.s,  in  Jesu:?'  nuine, 
Come,  let  us  now  rejoice, 

While  we  our  Savior's  praise  proclaim 
With  cheerful  hearts  and  voice. 

2  In  vain,  dear  Savior,  here  we  meet. 
Unless  thy  face  we  see  ; 

Thy  presence  makes  a  heav'n  most  sweet, 
Where'er  we  meet  with  Thee ! 

3  Then,  blessed  Jesus,  condescend 
To  meet  us  with  a  smile  ; 

Thy  Spirit's  quick'ninijriufiuence  send, 

And  give  us  heav'n  aAvhile !         leavitt's  coll. 

59.  S.  M,  Laban.    Dover, 

Prayer  for  Instruction. 
Aff  1  TEACH  me,  my  God  and  King, 
In  all  things  Thee  to  see  ; 
And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
To  do  it,  as  for  Thee! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 
While  still  to  Thee  I  tend: 
In  all  I  do  l)e  Thou  the  way, 
In  all  be  Thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake  : 
Nothiuir  so  small  can  be, 

But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 

4  If  done  beneath  thy  laws, 
Ev'n  servile  labors  shine  ; 
Hallow'd  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work  divine. 

MO'TGOMERy's   COLL. 


60. 


S.  M.  Inverness,   Utica. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 
1  OUR  heav'nly  Father,  hear 
The  pray'r,  we  offer  now  \ — 


394  HYMN  61.  [worship 

Thy  name  ])e  b.iJ'ow'cl  fr^r  and  pear. 
To  Thee  all  nalJoDs  Imjvv! 

2  Thy  kingdom  come!  Thy  will 
On  earth  be  done  in  love. 

As  saints  and  seraphim  fnliil 
Thy  perfect  ]aw  above  ! 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply. 
While  by  thy  word  we  bve ; 
The  guilt  of  our  ifji([uJty 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  j^ower^ 
From  Satan's  wiles  defend  . 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour. 

And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

mf  5  Thine,  then,  forever  be 
Glory  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
The  sceptre,  thi'one,  and  majesty 
Of  heav'n  and  eurth  ore  thine!      moxtgomery. 

61,  7s.         Kimball.   Pleyel's  Hymn. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  GOD,  our  Father!  whom  we  love- 
Hallow'd  be  thy  blessed  name  • 
Here  obey'd,  as  high  above. 

Let  the  world  thy  pow'r  proclaim. 

2  Day  by  diiy  our  bread  bestow  ; 
All  our  crimson  guilt  forgive, 
As  we  Lord  forgiveness  show. 
Nor  allow  revenge  to  live. 

3  Let  the  lempter  ne'er  ])revy'i  *. 
From  all  ill  our  souls  defend  ; 

raf      Thine's  the  ki ngdon),  ne'er  to  fc^'l. 

PovvT  and  glory  wivhontend  !  all<^i^:. 

Q2.  7s.  Wilmot.  Broad  S(reet. 

Prayer  for  a  Blessing  onpvhlic  Worship. 
1  IN  thy  house  when  now  we  sing, 
Tune' our  hearts,  0  heav'nly  King! 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  our  Ptighteousness! 


OF  GOD.]  HYMN  64.  395 

1  While  lo  Thee  our  i)ray'rs  ascend, 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend  ; — 
Hear  us,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads  ; — 
Hear  , — for  Jesus  intercedes! 

3  ^^'hile  we  hear  thy  word  with  awe. 
While  we  tremble  at  thy  law. 

Let  thy  gospel's  wondrous  love 
Ev'ry  doubt  and  fear  remove. 

4  From  thy  house  when  we  return. 
Let  our  hearts  wi:hin  us  burn  ; 
This,  at  eveninsf,  we  shall  say, — 
'•We  have  walked  wiih  God  to  day!" 

MONTGOMERY. 
63.  C.  M.  Litchfield.  York. 

.It  the  Beginning  of  public  Worship- 

1  LORD  !  when  we  bow  before  thy  throne. 
And  our  Confessions  pour, 

O,  may  we  feel  the  sins,  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  When  w^e  disclose  our  wants  in  Prayer, 
O,  bend  our  wills  to  thine  ; 

Firm  may  we  trust  our  Father's  care. 
Our  Father's  pow'r  divine! 

3  And,  when  with  heart  and  voice  we  strive 
Our  grateful  hymns  to  raise. 

Let  heav'nly  love  within  us  live. 

And  fill  our  souls  with  Praise,     pratt's  coll. 

t>4<.  C.  M.  Colchester.  London. 

Before  Sermon. 
1  ALMIGHTY  God!  Eternal  Lord! 
Thy  gracious  pow'r  make  known  ; 
Touch  by  the  virtue  of  thy  word, 
And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. 

mf  ^  Speak  with  the  voice,  thatw^akes  the  dead. 
And  bid  the  sleeper  rise  ! 

—  O,  let  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
mp      The  death,  that  never  dies ! 

—  3  Let  us  receive  the  word,  we  hear. 

Each  in  an  honest  heart  ; 


396  HYMN  65.  [worship 

Lay  up  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 
The  li^^ht,that  shines  most  free: 
Thy  vSpirit,  Lord,  in  mercy  send. 
To  guide  our  steps  to  Thee!        pratt's  coll. 

65.  73.  Wilmot,  Pilton, 

After  Sermon. 

1  SAVIOR  !  bless  thy  word  to  all. 
Quick  and  pow'rful  let  it  prov^e  ; 
Oj  may  sinners  hear  thy  call! 
Let  thy  people  grow  in  love. 

2  Lord !  thy  gracious  message  bless. 
Follow  it  with  pow'r  divine  ; 
Give  the  gospel  great  success: — 
Thine  the  work, — the  glory  thine. 

3  Savior!  bid  the  world  rejoice  ; 
Send,  0  send  thy  truth  abroad ! 
Let  the  nations  hear  thy  voice, — 

Hear  it,  and  return  to  God !  kelly. 

G8.  C.  M,        Medfield.   Dundee, 

TTie  good  Seed. 

1  LET  not  of  Christ  and  man  the  foe 
Thy  holy  truth  remove  5 

In  ev'ry  heart,  Lord,  let  it  grow, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love  ! 

2  Let  not  the  cares  of  this  vain  world 
The  rising  plant  destroy. 

But  let  it  yield  a  hundred  fold 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

3  Nor  let  thy  word, — which,  if  we  hear. 
Will  raise  us  to  thy  throne, — 
Return  to  Thee,  and  witness  bear, 
That  we  reject  thy  Son. 

4  Oft  as  the  sower  spreads  the  seed. 
Thy  quick'ning  grace  bestow. 
That  all,  who  to  thy  truth  take  heed, 
It^  saving  pow'r  may  know ! 

MONTGOMERY'S  COLL. 


OF  GOD.]  HYMN  69.  397 

1)7.  L.  Bf,  Dalton,  Nazarttric 

Close   of  Worship. 

1  DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord: 
To  thy  great  name  be  praises  given 
For  all  the  treasures  of  thy  word. 

For  all  that  truth,  that  guides  to  heaven. 

2  0,  may  our  grateful  hearts  retain 

What  we've  been  taught  of  good  and  right. 

And  we,  through  thy  rich  mercy,  gain 

A  dwelling  place  ^Wth  Thee  in  light !       allen. 


68. 


69. 


8,7&4,  Greenville.   Sicilian  Hymn, 

Close  of  Worship. 

1  LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  ; 
Let  our  souls  be  glad  in  Thee  ; 
Faith,  and  hope,  and  love  possessing, 
May  we,  Lord,  thy  glory  see, 

x\nd  forever 
May  we  sing  thy  mercy  free  ! 

2  Lord,  we  praise  Thee  for  thy  kindness, 
For  the  wonders  of  thy  love, 

For  thy  truth,  that  beams  on  blindness. 
For  thy  Spirit  from  above: — 

0,  that  never 
From  thy  path  our  feet  may  rove  !         allex. 

8s,  7s  <§-4.  Greenville.    Sicilian  Hymn. 

Close  of  Worship. 

1  GLORIOUS  God !  though  now  retiring 
From  this  temple  of  thy  grace^ 

Let  our  souls  be  still  aspiring 
To  thy  holy  dwelling-place : 

Let  LIS  ever 
Thirst  and  long  to  see  thy  face ! 

2  Lord,  again  may  we  assemble 
In  this  lowly  house  of  prayer  ; 
Here  may  conscious  sinners  tremble. 
Then  unto  thy  love  repair  ; 

Let  them  never 
Of  thy  mercv's  pow'r  despair? 
'  34 


HYMN  70.  [the  lord's 

3  But  should  we,  O  house  beloved, 
Ne'er  again  within  thee  meet. 
May  we,  Lord,  by  thee  approved. 
Dwell  on  high  in  heav'nly  seat, — 

There  forever 
Rend'ring  Thee  our  praises  meet !         allen. 


THE   LORD'S  DAY. 


70.  (ii.  14.)         S.  M.  Inverness.  St.  Thomas. 

The  Lord's  Day, 

1  WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes, 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near. 
And  feasts  his  saints  to  day  ; 

mp      Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  Him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amidst  the  place. 
Where  my  dear  Lord  hath  been, 

—       Is  sweeter,  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  t)liss !  watts. 

71.  S.  JVI.  Gerar.     Utica. 
Sahhath, 

rap  1  SWEET  is  the  day  of  rest, 
To  weary  mortals  given. 
The  day  of  all  the  sev'n  most  blest, — 
An  emblem  faint  of  heaven! 

—  2  All  earthly  cares,  depart, 

And  cease,  all  earthly  woes. 

To  vex  this  day  my  heav'n-bent  heart: — 

O  Lord,  give  me  repose ! 


DAY.]  HYMN  73.  399 

3  Thou  from  the  grave  didst  rise 
This  day  in  wondrous  power  ; 
This  day  didst  mount  up  to  the  skies 
To  reign  forev  ermore ! 

mf  4  O  blessed  hope,  that  w^e, 

mp      Thouifh  moukPring  in  the  dust^ 

<:       A  ])right  and  gh)rious  morn  shall  see, 

mf      And  praise  Thee  with  the  just!         allen. 

72,  C.  ^^'  Albany,     York, 
The  Sabbath. 

mp  1  SWEET  is  the  dawn  of  holy  day, 
Hallow'd,  of  old,  to  rest ; 
All  worldly  cares  noAV  put  away, — 
Our  joys  are  pure  and  blest. 

—  2  Th'  Almighty  said,  ''let  there  be  light," 

And  straight  the  light  was  seen  ; 
mf      All  nature  stood  forth  fair  and  bright, — 
The  earth  in  living  green  I 

—  3  Creation  ended,  then  He  said, 

'•Let  sabbath  peace  return, 

While  beauty  o'er  the  earth  is  spread, 

While  glorious  sun  shall  burn." 

4  An  emblem  of  the  day  sublime, 
Whose  beams  shall  still  delight, — 
When  ended  is  the  course  of  time, — 

In  heav'nly  glory  bright!  allen. 

73.  C-  ^I-  Dedham.     Christmas. 
The  Lord's  Day. 

1  AND  now  another  week  begins, 
This  day  we  call  the  Lord's  ; 
This  day  He  rose,  who  bore  our  sins, 
He,  who  his  friends  rewards. 

mp  2  Hark!  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing! 
Their  voices  fill  the  sky  ; 
They  hail  their  great,  victorious  King, 
And  w^elcome  Him  on  high. 

mf  3  We'll  catch  their  notes  ;  we,  too,  will  sing 
Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord  ; 


400  HYMN  74.  [the  lord's 

Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  King, 
Of  Christ,  th'  incarnate  Word. 

f     4  Hail,  mighty  Savior !  Thee  we  hail ! 
High  on  thy  throne  above  ; 
E^en  when  our  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail. 
We'll  sing  thy  matchless  love  !  kelly. 

74.         (ii.  72.)  C.  M.  Howard,     Christmas. 

Lord's  Day  ;  Resurrection  of  Christ. 
mp  1  BLEST  morning,  whose  first  dawning  light 

Beheld  our  rising  God! 
mf      This  day  He  burst,  with  arm  of  might. 
His  rock-hewn,  low  abode! 

2  Ye  raging  and  confed'rate  foes! 
Your  counsels  are  in  vain ! 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose. 
And  burst  your  feeble  chain ! 

—  S  Almighty  Lord,  to  thy  great  name 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
mf      And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 

The  triumph  of  the  day! 

4  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 
To  our  victorious  King  ; 

f         Let  heav'n  and  earth  loud  anthems  raise, 
And  glad  hosannas  sing!  watts. 

75.  ^*  ^^'  Farnsworth.     Brentford. 

The  Sabbath. 

1  THINE  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord!  we  love. 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  love  and  strong  desire. 

2  In  thy  blest  kingdom  we  shall  be 
From  ev'ry  mortal  trouble  free  ; 

No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

5  0,  long  expected  day,  begin ! 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  wo  and  sin: 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 

To  sleep  in  death  and  rest  in  God!  doddridge. 


DAY,]  HYMN  77.  401 

76.  L.  M.  Hebron.  Nazareth. 

Sunday. 

1  O,  DAY,  most  calm,  and  pure,  and  bright! 
The  fruit  of  this,  the  next  world's  bud  ; 
Th'  indorsement  of  supreme  delight, 
Writ  by  a  friend,  and  with  his  blood  ; 

2  The  couch  of  time;  care's  balm  and  bay  ; 
The  week  were  dark  but  for  thy  light  ; 
Thy  torch  doth  show  the  heav'nward  way, 
Up  where  God's  presence  fills  the  sight. 

S  Sundays  the  firm-fix'd  pillars  are, 
On  which  hea v'n's  palace  arched  lies  ; 
The  other  days  fill  up  the  spare 
And  hollow  room  with  vanities. 

4  On  Sunday  heaven's  gate  stands  ope  ; 
Blessings  are  plentiful  and  rife, 
More  plentiful,  than  even  hope, — 
God's  favor  and  eternal  life !  Herbert. 

77.  7s.  H. ''Safely  &c."    Turin, 

Sabbath  Day. 

1  SAFELY  through  another  week 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way: 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek 

On  this  holy  Sabbath-Day: 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest! 

2  Lord!  we  pray  for  pard'ning  grace 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name  ; 
Show  thy  reconciled  face. 

Blot  out  all  our  sin  and  shame : 
From  our  worldly  care  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  with  Thee ! 

3  May  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  for  all  complaints: — 
Thus  may  all  our  sabbaths  prove. 
Till  we  join  the  church  above.         newton. 
34* 


402  HYMN  78.         [the  lord's  day.] 

78.  L.  M.  Hebron.     Nazareth. 
Sabbath  Evening. 

1  LORD,  as  this  Sabbath's  morning  broke 
O'er  island,  continent,  and  deep, 

Thy  far-spread  family  awoke. 

Thy  Rest  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

2  Not  angel-trumpets  sound  more  clear, 
Not  elders'  harps,  nor  seraphs'  lays 
Yield  sweeter  music  to  thine  ear. 
Than  humble  pray'r  and  thankful  praise. 

3  And  not  a  pray'r,  a  tear,  a  sigh 
Hath  fail'd  to  day  some  suit  to  gain  ; 
To  those  in  trouble  Thou  wast  nigh, 
Thou  hast  remov'd  the  heart's  deep  pain. 

4  Thy  poor  were  bountifully  fed, 

Thy  chasten'd  sons  have  kiss'd  the  rod. 
Thy  mourners  have  been  comforted. 
The  pure  in  heart  have  seen  their  God. 

5  Yet  one  pray'r  more  ; — and  be  it  one. 
In  w  hich  both  heav'n  and  earth  accord ! 
Fulfil  thy  promise  to  thy  Son, 

Let  allj  that  breathe,  call  Jesus  Lord ! 

MONTGOMERY. 

79,  8  &  7.  Cesarea.     Westboroiigh. 
Sabbath  Evening. 

mp  1  PEACEFUL  is  the  Sabbath  Even, 
When  its  calm  gilds  all  below, — 
Emblem  of  the  rest  of  heaven. 
Where  sweet  joys  forever  flow. 

—  2  While  the  world  has  ceas'd  its  toiling, 
And  its  din  no  longer  rolls, 
Worldly  cares  are  not  despoiling 
Of  pure  bliss  our  deathless  souls. 

3  We  have  found  to  day  the  treasure, 
Richer  than  the  yellow  gold  ; 
We  have  tasted,  too,  the  pleasure. 
Of  a  sweetness  all  untold. 

mf  4  Truth  is  prizeless  gem,  all-glowing, 
Dazzling  to  the  gazing  sight  ; 


OF  CHRIST.]  HYMN  81.  403 

mp      Love  is  joy's  pure  stream,  o'erflowing, 
Which  in  heav'n  doth  spread  delight. 

—  5  0,  that  we  might  have  our  dwelling, 
f         Where  the  soul  full  rapture  knows ! 
There  unceasing  songs  are  swelling, 
And  the  Sabbaths  never  close  !  allen. 


OF  CHRIST  ASD  REDKNIPTION. 

oO.         (i-  2.)         L.  M.  Warrington.    Winchelsea. 

The  Divinity  and  Humanity  of  Christ.  John  1. 

1  ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretch'd  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word  ; 

With  God  He  was  ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  ador'd! 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made, 
By  Him  supported,  all  things  stand  5 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  Head, 

And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  But  lo,  his  heav'nly  form  He  leaves: 

The  Word  descends  and  dwells  with  clay  ; 
The  form  of  men  He  now  receives, 
Dress'd  in  such  feeble  flesh,  as  they. 

4  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode 
To  learn  new  myst'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 

The  glories  of  Immanuel!  watts. 

81.         [1.16.)         CM.  Dedbam.     Bowdoin  Square* 

Praise  to  Christ. 

1  HO  S  ANN  A  to  the  royal  Son 
Of  David's  ancient  line! 

His  natures  two, — his  person  one, — 
Mysterious  and  divine. 

2  The  root  of  David,  here  we  find, 
And  offspring  is  the  same  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 

In  our  Immanuel's  name. 


404  HYMN  82.         [of  christ  and 

3  Blest  He,  who  comes,  our  souls  to  gain. 
With  peaceful  news  from  heaven  ! 
f         Hosannas  in  the  highest  strain 
To  Christ,  the  Lord,  be  given. 

—  4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 

Th'  Hosanna  on  their  tongues, 
f         Lest  stones  and  rocks  should  rise  and  break 

Their  silence  into  songs !  watts. 

82.  (i.  92.)  S.  M.  Shawmut,     Lisbon, 

Christ  the  Wisdom  of  God. 

1  SHALL  Wisdom  loudly  cry. 
And  not  her  speech  be  heard  ? 

God's  Word,  outspeaking  from  the  sky, 
Deserves  it  no  regard?  — 

2  "T  was  his  chief  delight. 
His  everlasting  Son, 

Before  He  said, — Let  there  be  light, — 
Or  nature  was  begun. 

3  "When  He  adorn'd  the  skies. 
And  built  them,  I  Avas  there. 

To  order  when  the  sun  should  rise. 
And  marshal  every  star. 

4  "When  He  pour'd  out  the  sea. 
And  spread  the  flowing  deep, 

I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree 
\n  its  own  bounds  to  keep. 

5  "Upon  the  empty  air 

The  earth  was  balanc'dwell  ; 
With  joy  I  saw  the  mansion,  where 
The  sons  of  men  should  dwell. 

6  "Then  come,  receive  my  grace. 
Ye  children,  and  be  wise  ; 

Happy  the  man,  who  keeps  my  ways! 
mp      The  man,  who  shuns  them,  dies!  watts. 

83.  (i-  3.)  S.  M.  Westminster.    St.  Thomas. 

JVatimty  of  Christ, 
1  THE  angel  hosts  appear 
O'er  Bethl'hem's  honor'd  plain, 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN  84.  405 

While  thus  the  woiKrring  shepherds  hear 
The  heav'nly,  rapt'rous  strain: — 

2  "Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  ; 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth!" 

3  In  worship  so  divine 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues: 
With  the  celestial  host  we  join. 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs  ; — 

4  ''Glory  to  God  on  high. 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  ; 

Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy. 

At  our  Redeemer's  birth !"  w^atts. 

84.  H.M.  Murray,    Weymouth. 

Oti  the  Birth  of  Christ. 

mp      1  HARK !  what  celestial  notes, 

What  melody  we  hear! 
p  Soft  on  the  morn  it  floats, 

And  Alls  the  ravish'd  ear ! 
The  tuneful  shell, 
The  golden  lyre,  And  vocal  choir 
The  concert  swell. 

2  Th'angelic  hosts  descend 
With  harmony  divine  ; 

See,  how  from  heav'n  they  bend, 
And  in  full  chorus  join! 
mf  ''Fear  not,"  say  they, 

^'Great  joy  we  bring  ;  Jesus,  your  King, 
Is  born  to  day  ! 

3  "Glory  to  God  on  high! 

Ye  mortals,  spread  the  sound, 
And  let  your  raptures  fly 
To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 

For  peace  on  earth 
From  God  in  heaven.  To  man  is  given 

At  Jesus'  birth!"         leavitt's  coll. 


406  HYMN  85.  [of  christ  and 

85.  8  &  7.  Cesarea,     Westborougli. 
Song  of  Angels  at  Bethlehem. 

mp  1  HARK ! — what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 

mf      Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heav'nly  hallelujahs  rise. 

—  2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story. 

Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 
f         ''Glory  in  the  highest, — glory, — 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high! 

mp  3  "Peace  on  earth, — good  will  from  heaven. 
Reaching  far,  as  man  is  found ! — 

—  Souls  redeem'd,  and  sins  forgiven, — 
f         Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound! 

4  "Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 
Heav'n  and  earth,  his  praises  sing! 
mp      O,  receive,  whom  God  appointed. 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King! 

—  5  "Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  Him  ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heav'n  ye  sing  before  Him, — 
f         Glory  be  to  God  most  high !"  cawood. 

86.  C.  M.  Beverly.     Christmas  Chant. 
On  the  Birth  of  Christ. 

p     1  THE  ev-ning  sky  was  bright, 
And  all  the  air  was  still, 

While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night, 
Near  BethPhem's  honor'd  hill : — 

mf  2  When  lo,  around  them  shone 
A  dazzling  flood  of  day. 
And  glorious  angel  from  God's  throne 
Came  down  in  dread  array. 

—  3  Their  fears  he  bid  depart  ;  — 

"Behold,  good  news  I  bring, 
Tidings  of  jov  to  ev'rv  heart. 
The  birth  of  IsraePs  King. 

4  "God's  promis'd  work  is  done, 
And  Light  shines  forth  this  morn, 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN   88.  407 

For  Christ,  the  virgin-mother's  Son, 
In  Bethlehem  is  born  ! 

5  "A  manger  holds  the  child, 
<       Who  comes  the  world  to  save, 
>       Whose  voice  shall  calm  the  tempest  wild. 
And  wake  the  silent  grave !" 

—  6  He  said,  and  straight  appear 
The  hosts  of  angels  bright, 
Whose  notes  come  swelling  on  the  ear, — 
The  melody  of  light ! 

7  'T  was  Heav'n's  new  Song  of  Love  ; 

mf       ^' Glory,"  the  hymn  began 

"Glory  to  God  in  heav'n  above. 

Good  will  on  earth  to  man !"  allek. 

87.  C.  M.  Dedbam.     St.  John. 

The  Coming  of  Christ. 

1  HARK,  the  glad  sound! — *'the  Savior's  come! 
The  Savior  promis'd  long  ! 

Let  ev'ry  heart  give  Him  a  home, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  a  song. 

2  He  comes  to  break  the  chain  accurst 
From  Satan's  wretched  thrall: 

The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  fall ! 

3  He  comes  the  films  of  vice  t'  unbind. 
To  clear  th'  obstructed  way. 

And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  that  broken  hearts  may  prove 
The  wonders  of  his  cure  ; 

He  comes  with  treasures  of  his  love 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

mf  5  Our  glad  hosannas,  .Jesus,  King ! 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
f<      And  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 
mf      With  thy  beloved  name !  doddridge. 


408  HYMN  88.         [of  christ  and 

88.      (»i.  79.)  C.  M.  Eastport,    Baogor. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  PLUNG'D  ill  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We,  wretched  sinners,  lay  ; 

No  cheerful  beam  of  hope  was  there, 
No  spark  of  glimm-ring  day! 

2  The  Son  of  God,  the  Prince  above. 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief ; 

He  saw,  and  0,  amazing  love ! 

He  came  to  our  relief. 
8  Do\Mi  from  the  shining  seats  on  high 

"With  joyful  haste  He  sped, 

Assum'd  our  flesh,  that  He  might  die. 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
Aff  4  0,  for  this  love  let  rocky  hearts 

In  grateful  floods  outbreak. 

And  mortal  tongues,  ere  life  departs, 

The  Savior's  praises  speak! 
mf  5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 

Yet,  when  ye  raise  your  loudest  voice. 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told!  watts. 

89.       (ii-  103.)  C.  M.  Patraos,      Stephen. 

The  Love  of  Christ  to  Man. 
1  SO  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love. 
That  pitied  dying  men, 
God  sent  his  Son  from  heav'n  above. 
To  give  them  life  again. 
Aff  -2  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  did  not  bear 
Avenging  rod  or  sword  ; 
But  Thou  in  mercy  didst  appear 
With  reconciling  word. 
3  We  trust,  0  Lord,  thy  mighty  name, 
We  take  the  ofter'd  grace  ; 
mf      Thy  wondrous  love  we  glad  proclaim, 

And  give  the  Father  praise!  wa.tts. 

90.         (ii-  10^-)  S'  ^^'         Laban,     St.  Thomas. 

Mediation  of  Christ. 
mf  1  TRIUMPHANT  songs  raise  high, 
And  matchless  mercy  praise  ; 


REDEMPTION.]         HYMN  91.  409 

Let  the  wide  earth  and  arched  sky 
United  anthems  raise ! 

—  C  Sing  how  eternal  Love 

Its  chief  beloved  chose^ 

And  bade  Him  lift  our  race  above. 

From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

S  No  angr}^  thunder  rolls, 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

mp  4  'T  was  mercy  fill'd  the  throne. 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  dowTi 
To  rebels,  doom'd  to  die. 

aff  5  AVe  yield,  0  Lord,  each  thought  ; 
We  lay  a  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation,  Thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name.  watts. 

91.  (ii.  47.)  L,  M,  Wayne.     Truro, 

Glory  and  Grace  in  the  Person  of  Christ* 

mf  1  NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song! 

Awake,  my  soul ;  awake,  my  tongue ! 

Hosanna  to  th'eternal  name. 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

—  2  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 

Announce  Thee  pow'rful,  wise,  and  good. 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

mp  3  But  love  outshines  from  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  thy  grace: 
Thou,  in  the  person  of  thy  Son, 

mf      Hast  all  thy  mightiest  works  outdone. 

mp  4  Grace !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
mf      Jesus  !  a  glorious  name  I  deem ! 
f         Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ! 
ff        Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground!     watts. 
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410  HYMN  92.  [of  christ  and 

92.  C.  M,  Dundee.     Newton. 
Christ  in  the  Te?nple.         Luke  2. 

1  ASHAM'D  be  all  the  boast  of  age, 
Be  hoary  learning  dumb. 
Expounder  of  the  mystic  page. 
Behold  an  infant  come. 

aflf  2  O  Wisdom,  whose  unfading  power 
Beside  the  Eternal  stood, 
To  frame,  in  nature's  earliest  hour. 
The  land,  the  sky,  the  flood  ; 

3  Yet  didst  not  Thou  disdain  awhile 
An  infant  form  to  wear  ; 

To  bless  thy  mother  with  a  smile, 
And  lisp  thy  falter 'd  prayer. 

4  But  in  thy  Father's  own  abode, 
AVith  Israel's  elders  round. 
Conversing  high  with  Israel's  God, 
Thy  chiefest  joy  was  found. 

5  So  may  our  youth  adore  thy  name. 
And,  Savior,  deign  to  bless 

With  fost'ring  grace  the  timid  flame 
Of  early  holiness  !  heber. 

93.  S.  M,  Laban.    St,  Thomas, 
Transfiguration.  Math.  17. 

1  JESUS  the  mount  ascends. 
He  goes  up  there  to  pray  ; 
mf       A  brightness,  that  all  light  transcends. 
Then  beam'd  a  tenfold  day ! 

—  2  Celestial  forms  appear, 
Array'd  in  purest  white, 
And  speak  with  Him  of  sufl''rings  near, 
And  death  from  Jewish  spite. 

3  The  scene  fills  them  with  dread, 
And  o'er  the  apostles'  eyes 

A  bright  and  fearful  cloud  is  spread, 
O'ermantling  all  the  skies. 

4  Out  of  that  cloud  is  given 
A  voice  from  God  above, — 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN    95.  411 

mf      '^Behold,  this  is  my  Son  from  heaven  ; 

Him  hear,  O  men,  and  love !"  allen. 

94.  8&7.  Sicily.     Missionan-H. 

Christ  Conquering.     Isa.  63. 

1  WHO  is  this,  that  comes  from  Edom, 

All  his  raiment  stain'd  with  blood. 
To  the  captive  speaking  freedom. 

Bringing  and  bestowing  good  ; 
Glorious  in  the  garb,  He  wears. 
Glorious  in  the  spoil.  He  bears  .'^ 

2  'Tis  the  Savior,  now  victorious. 

Traveling  onward  in  his  might  5 
'Tis  the  Savior,  O  how  glorious 

To  his  people  is  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquer'd  and  the  grave, 
Jesus  now^  is  strong  to  save  ^ 

mf  3  Micfhty  Victor,  reign  forever. 

Wear  the  crown,  so  dearly  won ! 

Never  shall  thy  people,  never 

Cease  to  sing  what  Thou  hast  done ! 

Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  foes  ; 

Thou  hast  heaPd  thy  people's  w^oes! 

EPIS.   COLL. 

y^,         (ii.l37.)  L.  M.     Hebron.     American  Chant. 

Miracles,  and  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive! 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 

The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name, 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

mp  S  He  dies: — the  heav'ns  in  mourning  stood! 
f<      He  rises, — and  appears  a  God! 
—      Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die ! 

mf  4  Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart, 


412  HYMN  96.         [of  christ  and 

And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign. 

Which  bear  credentials  so  divine !        watts. 

96.  (ii,114.)         CM.  Litchfield.     Tolland. 
ChrisVs  Death  and  Dominion, 

1  I  SING  my  Savior's  wondrous  death  5 
He  conquer'd,  when  He  fell  ; 

"  'Tis  finish'd!"  said  his  dying  breath. 
And  shook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  "  'Tis  finish'd?"  our  Immanuel  cries, 
The  dreadful  work  is  done ! 

Hence  shall  his  sov'reign  throne  arise, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  The  saints  from  his  propitious  eye 
Await  their  several  crowns, 

And  all  the  sons  of  darkness  fij 

The  terror  of  his  frowns  !  watts. 

97.  L.  M.  Windham.  German  Hymn. 
The  Atonement  of  Christ. 

1  "  'TIS  finish'd!  "—so  the  Savior  cried, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head,  and  died ! 
'^'Tis  finish'd!" — yes,  the  race  is  run, — 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  "'Tis  finish'd!"  Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  w^ith  purple  gore : 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain. 
The  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

3  "'Tis  finish'd!" — yes,  his  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  ev'ry  kind  atone  ; 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death 
By  Jesus'  last,  expiring  breath. 

4  "'Tis  finish'd !" — Heav'n  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  spoiled: 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

mf  5  "'Tis  finish'd!"— let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round: 

f         "Tis  finish'd!"— let  the  echo  fly 

Through  heav'n  and  helljthrough  earth  and  sky. 

STENNETT. 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN   99.  413 

98.  S.  M.  Boylston.     Fairfield. 

A  crucified  Savior. 

1  BEHOLD  tlr  aniazinor  sight,— 
The  Savior  lifted  hiiih ! 
Behold  the  son  of  God's  delight 
Expire  in  agony ! 

2  For  whom,  for  whom,  my  heart, 
AVere  all  these  sorrows  borne? 
Why  did  He  feel  that  piercing  smart, 
And' meet  that  various  scorn  ? 

3  For  love  of  us  He  bled, 
And  all  in  torture  died  ; 

mp      'Twas  love,  that  bow'd  his  fainting  head. 
And  op-d  his  gushing  side. 

aff  4  I  see,  and  I  adore, 

In  sympathy  of  love  ; 

I  feel  the  strong,  attractive  pow'r 

To  lift  my  soul  above. 

5  In  Thee  our  hearts  unite, 
Nor  share  thy  griets  alone. 
But  from  thy  cross  pursue  their  flight 
mf      To  thy  triumphant  throne!         doddridge. 

99  8, 7  &  4.  Sicily.     Greenville. 

Death  of  Christ. 
1  HARK!  a  voice,  awaking  wonder 
'Mongst  the  angels  of  the  sky, 
Voice,  that  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Breaking  forth  from  Calvary: 
*-It  is  rinish'd!*' — 
f         Voice,  that  shakes  the  earth  and  sky  ! 

—  2  ''It  is  finish'd!-" — 0  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  attbrd ! 
Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord: 
'•It  is  tinish'd!-* 
mf      Saints,  the  dying  words  record ! 

—  3  ^'Finish'd'*'  ;  all  the  types  are  ended 

Of  the  Jewish  shad'wv  law  : 
35* 


414  HYMN  100.  [of  christ  and 

^^Finish'd"  all,  that  God  intended  ;— 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe: 

^Itisfinish'd"! 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  di'aw. 

burder's  coll. 

100,  (ii.  76)  CM.     Archdale.     Cambridge, 

Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ- 
mf  1  HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
Who  cloth'd  himself  in  clay: 
From  death  He  rose  up  in  his  might. 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

S  The  Conqu'ror  see  ascending  high. 
He  wears  a  glorious  crown  ! 
Behold,  what  mercy  in  his  eye, 
What  blessings  He  sends  down ! 

3  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings ! 
High  your  sweet  voices  raise  ! 

Let  men  and  all  created  things 

Sound  forth  ImmanuePs  praise!  watts. 

lOL  S&7.  Sicily.     Westborough. 

Christ  dying  and  rising, 
mp  1  SEE  the  Lord  of  life  expiring. 
While  the  cross  its  victim  holds ! 
E'en  in  death  his  love,  untiring. 
Pours  a  pray'r  for  blood-stain'd  souls. 

2  At  his  wo  the  sun  is  shrouded 
Mid  his  journey  in  the  skies  : 
Lo,  the  earth,  with  darkness  clouded, 
Trembles,  as  its  Maker  dies ! 

mf  3  See  the  Crucified  arising, 

Bursting  from  his  rock-hew'd  cell,  ^ 
Now,  with  triumph,  all  surprising, 
Conqueror  of  death  and  hell ! 

4  See  Him  up  to  heav'n  ascending, 
Great  in  glory  and  in  might, 
Throngs  of  angels  round  Him  bending. 
As  He  rises  up  to  light ! 

mp  5  Now  for  sinful  men  He's  pleading, 
Holy  Lamb  of  sacrifice. 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN  103.  415 

Ever  for  them  interceding 
With  his  Father  in  the  skies. 

aff  6  Blessed  Jesus!  to  Thee  bowing, 

We  entreat  thy  pard'ning  love ! 
mf      Bring  us  to  the  joys  o'erfiowing, 

In  thy  presence.  Lord,  above!  allen. 

102.  7s.  PleyePsHyran.     Sharp. 
Ascension  of  Christ. 

fill  ANGELS!  roll  the  rock  away! 
Death!  yield  up  the  mighty  prey! 
See  ! — the  Savior  leaves  the  tomb. 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom! 

2  Shout,  ye  seraphs !  Ga])riel,  raise 
Loudest  trump  of  joyful  praise! 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  rapt'rous  sound ! 

3  Now,  3^e  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes ! 
See  Him  rising  to  the  skies : 
King  of  glory!  mount  thy  throne, 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

4  Praise  Him,  ye  celestial  choirs  ; 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ! 
Praise  Him  in  the  noblest  songs 
From  ten  thousand,  thousand  tongues  ! 

GIBBONS. 

103.  8,  7  &  4.  Oliphant.     Tamworth. 
Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  HE  is  ris'n  ! — Then  why,  ye  weeping. 
Linger  ye  about  his  tomb? 

Here  no  longer  is  He  sleeping, 
He  hath  gone  to  heav'n,  his  home  : 

He  is  risen ! 
Where  He  dwells,  ye  too  may  come ! 

2  Now  for  3'ou  He's  interceding 
At  the  throne  of  God  on  high. 
He  with  blood  for  you  is  pleading. 
Lest  for  sin  your  souls  should  die: 

He  is  pleading  ; 
Why,  desponding,  should  you  sigh.*^ 


416  HYMN  104.         [of  christ  and 

3  Come  to  Him  ;  in  Him  believing, 
Naught  your  hope  shall  overthrow  ; 
Cease,  then,  all  your  tears  and  grieving, 
Rather  let  your  joys  o'erflow; 
aff  Blest  Redeemer! 

May  we  all  thy  mercy  know!  allen. 

104.  (ii,  89.)         C.  M,         Nottingham,     Christmas, 

Christ's  Victory. 

1  HOSANNA  to  our  conqu'ring  King! 
The  prince  of  darkness  flies. 

And  all  his  hosts,  with  broken  wing, 
Fall  headlong  from  the  skies. 

2  Hosanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King! 
All  hail,  incarnate  Love? 

Thy  praise  the  faithful  angels  sing, 
And  cro\vn  thy  head  above ! 

3  Thy  victories  and  thy  deathless  fame 
Through  the  wide  world  shall  run  ; 
Eternal  ages  shall  proclaim 

The  triumphs.  Thou  hast  won  !         watts. 

105.  7s.  Wilson.    Blue  Town. 
ChrisVs  Resurrection. 

It     1  HARK!  the  herald  angels  say, 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to  day! 
f         Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 

Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

p     2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done ! 

Th'  battle's  fought,  the  vict'ry  won! 
Lo  I  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 
Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

—  3  Vain  the  stone,  the  seal,  the  guard! 

Christ  the  gloomy  gates  unbarr'd: 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise  ; 
Christ  has  open'd  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King ! 

mf      ^'Where,  O  death !  is  now  thy  sting .^  " 

—  Once  He  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 

mf      '* Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave .^  " 

cudworth's  coll. 


REDEMPTiox.]         HYMN   107.  417 

106.  (i.  63.)  L.  M.         Rotliwell.     Effingham. 

Christ^ s  Exaltation. 
Aff  1   WHAT  equal  honors  shall  we  bring, 
To  Thee,  O  Lord,  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes,  that  angels  sing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ^ 

2  Worthy  is  He,  who  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  life,  who  groan'd  and  died  ; 
W^orthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Honor  immortal  now  is  thine, 
Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn, 

While  round  thy  head  bright  glories  shine, 
Deck'd  with  a  crown  without  a  thorn !     watts. 

107.  C.  M.  Coronation,     Christmas. 
Coronation  of  Christ. 

mf  1  ALL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
W^ho  from  his  altar  call  ; 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race. 
Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 

Hail  Him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

p     4  Ye  sinners,  tasting  love  most  sweet. 

Instead  of  bitter  gall, 
-^       Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
f         And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

—  5  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe 

Of  this  ^^-ide,  earthly  ball 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
f         And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

—  6  0,  that  with  yonder  holy  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 


418  HYMN  108.         [op  christ  and 

There  join  the  everlasting  song, 
mf      And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all!        duncan. 

108.  L.  M.  Duke  Street.     Missionary  Chant. 
Christ  living. 

1  THE  Savior  lives,  no  more  to  die  ; 
The  Savior  lives,  enthron'd  on  high: 
He  lives,  triumphant  o'er  the  grave  ; 
He  lives,  eternally  to  save. 

2  The  Savior  lives,  to  wipe  the  tear  ; 
The  Savior  lives,  to  quell  all  fear  ; 
He  lives,  bright  mansions  to  prepare  ; 
He  lives,  to  bring  his  servants  there. 

3  Ye  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears^ 
Dismiss  your  gloomy  doubts  and  fears: 
Let  cheerful  hope  your  hearts  revive, 
For  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 

4  His  saints  He  loves,  and  never  leaves  ; 
The  contrite  sinner  He  receives  ; 
Abundant  grace  will  He  afford. 

Till  all  are  present  with  the  Lord. 

pratt's  coll. 

109,  (ii.  108.)  CM.         Dedbara.    New  Conway. 
Access  to  God  hy  a  Mediator. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
L^p  to  the  courts  above  ; 

There  sits  our  Father  in  the  skies, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love! 

2  Once  'twas  a  seat  of  dreadful  wrath 
And  shot  devouring  fire  ; 

No  lightnhig  now  outbreaks  to  scath, 
Nor  roll  the  thunders  dire. 

3  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet. 
And  venture  near  the  Lord: 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 
Nor  double,  flaming  sword. 

4  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  joy 
Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 

mf       Our  notes  of  praise  we'll  lift  up  high. 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 


REDEMPTIOJS.]  HYMN    111.  419 

5  To  Thee,  ten  thousand  thanks  we  brings 
Great  Advocate  above, 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King. 
Now  on  a  throne  ot'  love!  watts. 

110.  (ii.90.)  CM,         Dundee.     Canterbury. 

Pardon  hy  Christ. 

1  HOW  passion  all  our  reason  blinds.'^ 
Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains? 

And  Satan  holds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  hateful  chains. 

2  But  to  our  heart  a  voice  comes  home, 
Outbreaking  from  God's  word, 
''Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners,  come. 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  ears  the  tidings  glad  receive  ; 
I  run  to  this  relief; 

aff      Thy  promise,  Lord,  I  would  believe  ; 
0,  help  my  unbelief! 

4  O,  save  me  in  my  great  distress  ; 
Erom  error's  way  recall  ; 

Be  Thou  my  strength  and  righteousness. 
My  Jesus  and  my  All !  watts. 

111,  L.  M.  Ramoth.     Nazareth, 
The  Atonement  of  Christ. 

1  BETHESDA'S  pool,  through  virtue  given 
By  angel  coming  down  from  heaven. 
Disease  in  all  its  strength  subdued, 

x\nd  wak'd  the  song  of  gratitude. 

2  The  fountain,  lilPd  with  Jesus'  blood, 
Who  came  in  grace  and  love  from  God, 
Hath  pow'r  to  heal  the  strength  of  sin. 
And  make  the  guilty  pure  within. 

aff  3  Blest  Jesus,  in  thy  cleansing  pool 

Our  crimson  guilt  make  white  as  wool ; 

Our  palsied  energies  renew. 

And  we  will  give  Thee  praises  due !     allen. 


420  HYMN  112.         [of  christ  and 

112.  CM.  Hymn,  "There  is  &c."     Newton. 

The  Fountain  opened.   Zech.  13. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain,  filPd  with  blood, 
DraAvn  from  Im Manuel's  veins  ; 

And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

aff  3  Dear,  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  Ere  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

mf  5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save, 
—      When  this  poor,  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
>-       Lies  silent  in  the  grave! 

aff  6  Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared. 
Unworthy  though  I  be. 
For  me  a  blood-bought,  free  reward, 
A  golden  Harp  for  me ! 

7  'T  is  strung,  and  tun'd  for  endless  years, 
And  form'd  by  pow'r  divine, 
mf      To  sound,  in  God  the  Father's  ears. 

No  other  name,  but  thine!  cowper. 

113.  (ii.95.)  CM.  Bangor.     Wantage, 

Christ  pierced  by  Sin. 
Aff  1  AMAZING  grief!— o'erwhelming  wo! 
Behold  my  bleeding  Lord! 
The  Jews^,  his  kindred,  struck  the  blow^ 
But  us'd  the  Roman  sword. 

2  What  keen  and  bitter  agonies 
My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN    115.  421 

When  on  the  tree  he,  dying,  cries, 
As  nails  his  body  tore ! 
S  'Twere  you,  my  sins,  that  made  Him  bleed, 
That  made  Him  groan  and  die  ; 
You  were  his  torturers  indeed. 
You  rear'd  that  cross  on  high ! 

4  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  soul. 
Till  melting  waters  flow, 
Till  tears  outburst,  beyond  control. 
In  uudissembled  wo.  watts. 

114.  (i.  142.)  S.  M,  Boylston.  Olmutz. 
The  Atonement  of  Christ. 

1  LIKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 

Each  wand'ring  in  a  different  waj^, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  Ho^y  dreadful  was  the  hour, 
When  God  our  wand'rings  laid. 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ? 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 
AVhen  Christ  sustained  the  stroke? 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honor  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away, — 

Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death. 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  God  his  head  shall  raise 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 

And  Him  a  num'rous  seed  shall  praise. 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

6  '-I'll  give  Him,'^  saith  the  Lord, 
''A  portion  with  the  strong: 
He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 

And  hold  his  honors  long."  watts. 

115.  CM.  Martyrs,     Wantage. 
Looking  at  the  Cross- 

mp  1  MY  Savior,  hanging  on  the  tree, 
In  agony  and  blood, 
36 


422  HYMN  116.         [of  christ  and 

Methoughtj  once  turn'd  his  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure  never,  till  my  latest  breath. 
Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

S  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 
And  plung'd  me  in  despair  ; 
I  saw,  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt. 
And  help'd  to  nail  Him  there ! 

4  Alas  I  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid.^ 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain ! 

5  A  second  look  He  gave,  which  said, — 
''I  freely  all  torgive: 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  , 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live  !" 

6  0  Savior !  who  for  me  didst  die, 
I  praise  thv  mercy's  power ! 

O,  bring  me  to  thy  throne  on  high, 

To  praise  Thee  evermore  !  episc.  coll. 

Il6.         (i.150.)         H.  M.  Stow.     Haddam. 

Characters  of  Christ- 

1  JOIN  ev'iT  glorious  name 
Of  wisdom",  tove,  and  power, 
Which  mortal  men  proclaim. 
Or  angels  ever  bore, 

All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth. 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Savior  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  the  Lord! 
Thy  name  my  tongue  would  bless  ; 
I  hear  thy  joyful  word 

Of  peace' and  righteousness  ; — 
The  jovful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  he  if  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven  I 

3  Atoning  Priest  for  sin, 
A  victim  on  the  tree  ! 
Make  pure  my  soul  within, 
A  Raaz:oni  be'  for  me  ! 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN    117.  423 

Thy  pow'rful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne ! 

4  Jesus,  my  conqu'riiig  Lord, 

Exalted,  glorious  King! 

Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword; 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing ! 
Thy  majesty  and  pow'r  I  greet, 
I  humbly  bow  beneath  thy  feet!  watts. 

117.  6  &  4.  Dort.     Italian  Hymn, 

The  predicted  Messiah.     Isa.  53. 

aff  1  OUR  griefs  He  sure  hath  borne  ; 
For  us  his  flesh  was  torn. 

His  blood  did  flow: 
See  Him  his  spirit  yield 
A  Victim,  as  revealed: — 
We  by  his  stripes  are  healed. 

And  sav'd  from  wo. 

2  We  all  have  gone  astray, 
And  wander'd  from  his  way. 

Like  straying  sheep  : 
On  Him  our  sins  were  laid : 
And  He,  all  undismayed, 
Our  heavy  debt  hath  paid 

In  sorrows  deep. 

5  As  gentle  lamb  is  led 
Unto  the  slaughter  dread. 

He  meek  is  found  : 
For  others'  sins  he  died! 
For  us  the  purple  tide, 
Outburstiug  from  his  side, 

Flow'd  to  the  ground ! 

4  He  went  down  to  the  grave. 
But  rose  again  to  save 

In  glorious  might: 
And  now,  enthron'd  above. 
His  matchless  grace  and  love 
He  makes  the  nations  prove 

With  sweet  deliffht !        allen. 


424  HYMN  118.         [of  christ  and 

118.  (i.  137.)         L.  M.       Duke  Street     Ellenthorpe. 

Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  NOW  to  the  pow'r  of  God  supreme 
Be  everlasting  honors  given  ; 

He  lights  our  path  with  mercy's  beam. 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heaven. 

2  'Twas  his  own  purpose,  that  begun 
To  rescue  rebels,  doom'd  to  die  ; 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ,  his  Son, 
Before  He  spread  the  starry  sky. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last. 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known, 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past. 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

4  He  dies!  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  destroy: 

mf      Rising,  He  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 

And  took  possession  of  the  joy  !  watts. 

119.  (i.  135.)        L.  M.  Nazareth.     Brentford, 

Love  to  Christ. 

1  COME,  glorious  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 
By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breast, 

Then  shall  we  taste  and  know  full  well 
mf      The  joys,  that  cannot  be  express'd ! 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength  ; 
And  let  our  rescued  spirits  prove, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  thine  unmeasurable  love. 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  arm  defends. 
Be  praise  from  all  the  ransom'd  throng; 

To  Him,  whose  pow'r  all  thought  transcends, 
Be  thanks  in  everlasting  song!        watts. 

120.  L-  M-  Eelville.     Newcourt. 
Heavenly  Beauty* 

1  JESUS  now  dwells  in  wondrous  light ; 
His  throne  is  all  encompass'd  round 
And  hid  by  brightness  from  man's  sight  ; 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN    122.  425 

And  underneath  his  feet  are  found 
Thunder  and  liL^htning,  flaming  fire, 
Which  bring  his  ju<t,  avenging  ire. 

2  But  how  can  we,  whose  feeble  eyes 

Are  dull'd  by  beams,  the  sun  doth  shine. 
E'er  see  undazzled  'neath  the  skies 

That  glory,  peerless  and  divine, 
Compared  with  whose  least  splendid  spark 
Both  moon  and  glorious  sun  are  dark? 

3  What's  good  is  beautiful  and  fair: 

How  great,  then,  must  that  beauty  be, 
Which  all  His  goodness  doth  declare.^ 

His  truth,  his  love,  his  mercy  free. 
His  wisdom,  grace,  and  guided  might, — 
Thus  lending  of  himself  a  sight?         spenser. 

121,  L.  M.  Belville.     Newcourt. 

Heavenly  Love. 
Aff  1  0  WELL  of  Love!  0  Flow-'r  of  Grace! 
0  Morning-Star  !  0  Lamp  of  Light ! 
The  image  of  thv  Father's  face, 

The  King  of  Glory,  Lord  of  Might? 
Can  we  requite  Thee  for  thy  good. 
Or  prize  enough  thy  precious  blood? 

3  My  soul !  the  story  of  his  life 

Survey,  his  pure,  unfaulty  ways. 
His  canker'd  foes,  his  toil,  his  strife. 

His  poverty,  his  sharp  assays  ; 
And  think,  thy  sins  his  sorrows  wrought, 
Then  melt,  and  groan  in  grieved  thought. 

3  Then  give  thyself  to  Him  most  free. 
And  world's  desire  in  thee  will  die, 
And  thy  pure-sighted  eyes  shall  see 

His  heav'nly  beauty's  blaze  on  high, 
And  thou  shalt  feel  celestial  love 
Kindled  by  sight  of  things  above!     spenser. 

122.         (ii.l48.)  CM.         Litchfield,   Arlington, 

God  reconciled  hy  Christ. 
Aff  1  DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
My  Jesus  and  my  God ! 
36* 


4^6  HYMN  123.         [of  christ  and 

Who  can  resist  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  smiles  again  5 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast  ; 

I  love  th'incarnate  mystery. 

And  there  I  fix  my  trust!  ^  watts. 

123.  (i.  145.)         CM.         Nottingham.     St.  James, 

Christ  and  Aaron. 
Aff  1  JESUS!  in  Thee  our  eyes  behold 
A  thousand  glories  more. 
Than  the  rich  gems  and  polish'd  gold, 
The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year. 
With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Did  Aaron  in  the  vail  appear. 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

3  But  Christ,  by  his  own  pow'rful  blood. 
Ascends  above  the  skies, 

And  in  the  presence  of  our  God 
Shows  his  own  sacrifice. 

4  Jesus,  the  glorious  King,  doth  reign 
On  Zion's  heav'nly  hill, 

Looks  like  a  Lamb,  that  has  been  slain, 
And  wears  his  priesthood  still. 

5  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 
Before  his  Father's  face: 

Give  Him.  my  soul,  thy  cause  to  plead, 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace  !  watts. 

124.  (i.  149.)  L.  M.  Clyde*     Timsbury, 

Offices  of  Christ. 
Aff  1  JOIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  power, 
That  ever  men  or  angels  bore. 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Or  set  Immanuel's  glory  forth. 


REDEMPTION.]  HYNM  126.  427 

2  Great  Prophet,  let  me  bless  thy  name  ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  tidiiifrs  came 

or  wrath  appeas'd,  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest,  has  died  ; 
I  seek  no  sacritice  beside  ; 

His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword  I  sinsr  ; 
Thine  is  the  vict'ry,  and  my  soul 

I  yield,  0  Lord,  to  thy  control.         watts. 

125.  (ii.I42,)  S.  M.         Inverness.     Fairfield, 

Faith  2/1  Christ,  our  Sacrifice' 

1  NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace. 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heav'nly  Lamb 
Takes  all  our  sins  away, 

A  sacritice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood,  than  they. 

mp  3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While,  like  a  penitent,  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 
The  burdens,  Thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

mf  5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 

We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice. 

And  sing  his  bleeding  love  !  watts, 

126,  (i.  61.)  L.M.  Truro.     Timsbur>'. 

Christ  a  Priest  and  King. 
Aff  1  NOW  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 


428  HYMN  l'i7.         [of  christ  and 

Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 
And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'T  is  He,  who  saving  mercy  brings, 
And  wash'd  us  in  his  richest  blood  ; 

'T  is  He,  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us,  rebels,  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 
To  Jesus,  our  celestial  King, 

Be  praise  by  all,  from  sin  released, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  sing ! 

4  Behold,  He  comes  on  flying  clouds, 
And  ev'ry  eye  shall  see  Him  move  ! 
Though  dark  despair  the  wicked  shrouds. 
To  us  He  shows  his  pard'ning  love ! 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail. 
While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day  ; 
Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay.  watts. 

127,  C.  M,  Stevens.    Colchester. 

Love  to  Christ. 
Aff  1  DO  I  not  love  Thee,  Savior  blest? 
Then  let  me  nothing  love : 
Shut  from  my  heart  each  joyful  guest. 
Which  Thou  dost  not  approve. 

2  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  mine  attentive  ear? 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  thrill. 
My  Savior's  voice  to  hear? 

3  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  fold, 
I  would  disdain  to  feed? 

Or  can  I  dread,  midst  scoffers  bold. 
Thy  holy  cause  to  plead? 

4  I  love  Thee,  Lord,  I  love  thy  voice  ; 
But  0 !  I  long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 

'That  I  may  love  Thee  more !         doddridge. 


REDEMPTION.]         HYMN  129.  429 

128.         (i.  125.)  CM.  Ferry.    Arundell, 

Compassion  of  Christ, 
Aff  1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  wondrous  mercy  we  would  trace, 
And  his  amazing  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  of  soul, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  strong  temptations  can  control, 
For  He  has  felt  the  same. 

S  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 
Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And,  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

4  By  humble  faith  then  let  us  seek 
His  mercy  and  his  power  ; 
We  shall  obtain,  however  weak, 
Grace  in  the  trying  hour.  watts. 

129.  S,  M,  Westminster.     Watchman, 

Prisoners  of  Hope, 

1  PRIS'NERS  of  hope,  arise. 
And  see  your  Lord  appear: 

Lo !  on  the  wings  of  love  He  flies, 
And  brings  redemption  near. 

2  Redemption  through  his  blood 
He  calls  you  to  receive: 

"Look  unto  me,  the  pardaiing  God! 
"Believe,"  He  cries,  "beiieve!'' 

aff  3  The  reconciling  word 

We  thankfully  embrace, 
Rejoice  in  our  adeeming  Lord, 
A  blood-besprinkled  race. 

4  We  yield  to  be  set  free: 
Thy  counsel  we  approve  ; 
mf      Salvation,  praise,  ascribe  to  Thee, 

And  glory  in  thy  love !  weslet's  coll. 


430  HYMN  130.         [ofchristand 

130.  H.M.  Newbury,    Haddam. 

The  Year  of  Jubilee. 
1  FAIR  shines  the  morning-star ! 
The  silver  trumpets  sound. 
Their  notes  re-echoing  far. 
While  dawns  the  day  around! 
mf      Joy  to  the  slave  ! — the  slave  is  free ! 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee ! 

—  3  Pris'ners  of  hope!  in  gloom 

And  silence  left  to  die, 
With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb 
Your  portals  open  fly : 
mf      Rise  with  your  Lord  ! — He  sets  you  free: 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

—  3  Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 

The  land,  your  fathers  won, 
Behold,  how  God  hath  wrought 
Redemption  through  his  Son  1 

Your  heritage  again  is  free. 

It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

4  Ye,  who  yourselves  have  sold 
For  debts,  to  justice  due  ; 
Ransom'd,  but  not  with  gold, 
He  gave  himself  for  you  : 

The  blood  of  Christ  hath  made  you  free  ! 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

5  Captives  of  sin  and  shame 
O'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 
An  angel's  voice  proclaim 
The  Lord's  accepted  year: 

mf      Let  Jacob  rise,  be  Israel  free. 

It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee !        Montgomery. 

131.  (i.  14.)         L,  M.  Clyde.    Roihweli. 

Chrisfs  Love. 

1  WHO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
'Tis  God,  who  justifies  their  souls  ; 
And  mercy's  stream  flows  full  to  them. 
And  o'er  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Christ,  who  suffer'd  in  their  stead. 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN    133.  431 

And,  all  their  sorrows  to  dispel, 
Behold  Him  rising  from  the  dead! 

3  He  lives!  He  lives!  and  sits  above. 
Forever  interceding  there : — 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness.^ 

He,  who  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

mf  5  Faith  has  an  overcoming  power. 
It  triumphs  in  a  dving  hour: 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  love! 
No  pow'r  his  mercy  shall  remove  !  watts. 

132.         (i.  127.)         L,  M.  Nazareth.    St.  Paul's, 

Christ^s  Invitation. 

1  COME,  all  ye  weary  and  unblest ; 
Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come ! 
From  all  your  toils  I'll  give  you  rest, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  ''They  shall  find  rest,  who  learn  of  me, 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 

But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

5  ''Bless'd  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight  j 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck. 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

Aff  4  Jesus  !  we  come  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  grateful  love  ; 

We  yield  our  spirits  to  thy  hand 

To  mould  us  for  thy  house  above  !        watts. 

133.         (i-  112.)         C.  M.  Stephens.    Colchester. 

The  Brazen  Serpent. 
1  THE  Hebrew  prophet  rais'd,  of  old, 
The  brazen  serpent  high  ; 
And  all  the  wounded,  who  behold, 
Cease  to  despond  and  die ! 


4S2  HYMN  134.         [of  christ  and 

2  "Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
And  live  !'' — the  prophet  cries  ; 

mf      But  Christ  exerts  a  nobler  pow'r. 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung! 
High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns ! 

Here  sinners,  by  th'  old  serpent  stung. 
Look  and  forget  their  pains. 

mp  4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  high, 

<       A  dying  world  revives  ; 

The  Jew  beholds  redemption  nigh, 

Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives !  watts. 

134         (ii.  118.)  L.  M,  Clyde,    Timsbury, 

The  Priesthood  of  Christ. 

1  BLOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  skies  ; 
'•Revenge,"  the  blood  of  Abel  cries: 

mp      But  the  dear  stream,  when  Christ  was  slain. 
Speaks  '-peace"  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein: 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  ; 
—      Behold,  He  lays  his  vengeance  by, 

And  relaels,  who  deserv^e  his  sword. 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

mf  3  To  Jesus  let  our  praises  rise, 
"Who  gave  his  life  a  sacrifice  ; 
Now  He  appears  before  our  God, 
And  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood,      watts. 

135.  S.  M.  Lathrop,   Olmutz, 

Crucified  to  the   World  hy  the  Cross- 
Aff  1  O,  SUFF'RER  on  the  cross, 
Expiring  on  the  tree. 
May  I  regard  all  things  but  loss, 
Compar'd  with  knowing  Thee ! 

2  For  sin  outpour'd,  thy  blood 
Doth  wash  away  my  stain. 

Doth  cleanse  me  with  its  crimson  flood. 
And  make  me  pure  again. 

3  Thou  didst  subdue  the  grave. 
And  rise  to  heav'nly  light ; 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN  137.  433 

And  Thou  hast  now  all  pow'r  to  save 
From  narrow  house  of  night. 

4  O,  teach  me  first  to  die. 
And  then  from  death  restore  ; 
Give  me  a  mansion.  Lord,  on  high, 
Where  all  thy  name  adore!  allen. 

136.  (ii.  139.)         L.  M.  Brentford,     Bulfinch  Str, 
The  Example  of  Christ. 

Aff  1  MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord! 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word. 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  shines  bright. 
It  stands  in  characters  of  light. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

1  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witness'd  the  fervor  of  thy  pra  ver  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  pattern;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ! 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  my  name  shall  own 
Amongst  the  blest  before  his  throne  !     watts. 

137.  7s.  Norwich.      Hampton. 

Christ  our  Example  in  Suffering. 

i  GO  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Y'e,  that  feel  the  tempter's  power  5 

Y^our  Redeemer's  conflict  see. 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour: 

Lo,  his  sweat  and  anguish 'd  sigh ! 

Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die? 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall  ; 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  ; 
0,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

0,  the  pangs,  his  soul  sustained! 
Shun  not  sult'ring,  shame,  or  loss  ; 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 
37 


434  HYMN  138.         [of  christ  a>d 

3  Calv'ry's  mournful  mountain  climb; 

There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete  ; 
''It  is  finish'd!'* — hear  the  cry  : 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die  ! 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay  ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  ; 

Who  hath  taken  Him  away? 
Christ  is  ris'n ! — He  meets  our  eyes! 
Savior!  teach  us  so  to  rise!     Montgomery. 

138.  (ii.  140.)         C.  M.         Kendall.     Bowdoin   Squaie. 

Example  of  Christ  and  Saints. 

1  THE  saints  above  once  here  below 
Bedew'd  their  couch  with  tears: 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now. 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

2  I  ask  them,  whence  their  vict'ry  rose? 
They,  with  united  breath, 

mf      Say,  ''Jesus  conquer'd  all  our  foes  ; 
We  triumph  by  his  death!" 

—  3  They  mark'd  the  footsteps,  which  He  trod. 
His  zeal  inspir'd  their  breast. 
And,  folPwing  their  incarnate  God, 
They  gain'd  the  promis'd  rest. 

4  The  Lamb  we  praise  with  pure  delight 
For  his  own  pattern  given. 
While  clouds  of  witnesses  in  sight 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven.  watts. 

139.  (i.97.)  L.  M.  Brentford.     St.  Paul's. 

Christ  our  Righteousness. 
1  BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night. 
We  lie,  till  Christ  restores  the  light  ; 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind. 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

mp  2  Our  guilty  souls  are  dro^\^r'd  in  tears. 

Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 

Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
mf      And  sing,  "The  Lord,  our  righteousness." 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN   141.  435 

—  3  Jesus  beholds,  where  Satan  reigns. 

Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  sets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

aff  4  Poor,  helpless  worms  in  Thee  possess 

Grace,  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  righteousness  ; 

Thou  art  our  mighty  AH, — and  we 

Give  our  whole  selves,  0  Lord,  to  Thee! 

WATTS. 

140.  (i.  119.)         CM,  Kendall.     Bowdoia  Square. 

Effects  of  the  Gospel. 

1  CHRIST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme  ; 
The  myst'ries,  that  we  speak. 

Are  scandal  in  the  Jew's  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls,  enlighten'd  from  above. 
With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 

They  see  what  wisdom,  pow'r  and  love 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 
Restores  their  fainting  breath. 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 

>       To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

—  4  Till  God  diffuse  his  grace  around. 

Like  show'rs  of  heav'nly  rain. 

In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground 

And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain !  watts. 

141.  L.  M.  Duke  Str,    Trenton. 
Behold  the  Man  !    John  19. 

1  BEHOLD  the  Man!  How  glorious  He! 
Before  his  foes  He  stands  unawed. 
And,  without  wrong  or  blasphemy, 

He  claims  to  be  the  Son  of  God. 

2  Behold  the  Man !  By  all  condemned, 
Assaulted  by  a  host  of  foes  ; 

His  person  and  his  claims  contemned, 
A  man  of  sufferings  and  of  woes. 

3  Behold  the  Man !  So  weak  He  seems, 
His  awful  word  inspires  no  fear  ; 


436  HYMN  142.       [of  Christ  and 

But  soon  must  he,  who  now  blasphemes. 
Before  his  judgment-seat  appear. 

4  Behold  the  Man !  Though  scorn'd  below, 
He  bears  the  greatest  name  above  ; 
mf      The  angels  at  his  footstool  bow, 
And  all  his  royal  claims  approve ! 

Montgomery's  coll. 

142.  S,  M.  Olney.    Watchman. 
Gospel  Invitations. 

lap  1  THE  Spirit's  voice  doth  break 
In  softness, — '^Sinner,  come  ;" 
The  Bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  doth  speak 
To  all  his  children, — ^'come!" 

2  Let  him,  that  heareth,  say 
To  all  about  him, — "come!" 
Ye  souls  athirst,  come,  while  you  may, — 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come! 

.—  S  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O,  let  him  freely  come  ; 
Come  now  to  Zion's  holy  hill. 
For  Jesus  bids  thee  come! 

cif  4  Lo !  Jesus,  thron'd  in  power, 
Declares,  "I  quickly  come !" 
Lord,  even  so  I  I  wait  thine  hour: 
Jesus,  my  Savior, — come !  episc.  coll. 

143.  (i-  98.)  S.  M.  Boylston.     Utica. 

Christ  our  Savior, 

1  HOW  heavy  is  the  night. 
That  hangs  upon  our  eyes. 

Till  Christ  with  his  reviving  light 
On  our  dark  souls  arise? 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven  ; 
But,  in  his  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  sanctifying  grace. 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN  145.  437 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  souls  in  vain  ; 
mf      He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  sinful  chain. 

—  5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways 

To  bring  us  near  to  God, 
mf      Thy  sov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace, 

And  thine  atoning  blood!  watts. 

144.  7s.  Nuremburg.     Washington  Str, 
A  Savior  m  Trouble.  Luke  8. 

1  FLOATING  on  the  inland  sea, 
Jesus  found  unbroken  sleep. 
Though  the  waves  were  raging  free 
On  the  face  of  storrn-lash'd  deep. 

2  Now  a  voice  breaks  on  his  ear, — 
'^Master!  save  us,  or  we  die! 
Save  us,  or  we  perish  here ! 
Lord,  awake!  to  Thee  we  cry!" 

mf  3  Jesus  said,  '^Cease,  storm,  to  blow! 

>  Waves !  be  calm,  as  infant's  sleep !" 

mp      Straight  his  word  the  tempests  know  ; — 

>  Ruffled  lake  finds  cahmiess  deep! 

—  4  Tempted  souls,  whom  dangers  fright. 

Trembling,  tost  on  mountain  waves, 
mf      Call  on  Jesus  with  your  might  ; 

Trust  in  Him,  for  Jesus  saves!        allen. 

145.  L-  M.  Enon.    Italy. 
Behold  the  Lamb. 

1  DOES  conscience  all  thy  sins,  so  great, 
Array  before  th}'  weeping  eyes? 
And  dost  thou  sink  beneath  their  weight? 
mf      '^Behold  the  Lamb  of  sacrifice !" 

—  2  Hear'st  thou  the  thunders  of  the  law.'^ 

Do  lightnings  gleam  along  the  skies? 
'^A  hiding  place"  the  prophet  saw  ; 
mf      ''Behold  the  Lamb  of  sacrifice ! 

mp  3  With  awful  judgment-pomp  in  view 

Dread'st  thou  the  dav,  when  dead  men  rise  ? 
37* 


438  HYMN  146.         [of  christ  and 

The  Judge  is  thy  Redeemer  too  ; 
mf      "Behold  the  Lamb  of  sacrifice!" 

4  0,  think  of  that  bright  day  and  good. 
When  voice  of  men  and  angels  cries, 

f         Like  rush  of  mighty  water-flood, — 

"Behold  the  Lamb  of  sacrifice !"        allen. 

146.  L.  M.  Hebron.     Haydn. 

Christ  standing  at  the  Door. 

1  JESUS  is  standing  a',  the  door. 

He  knocks  for  entrance  to  the  heart  ; 
On  you  rich  blessings  He  would  pour. 
Salvation's  joys  He  would  impart. 

top  2  And  shall  the  Savior  knock  in  vain, 
And  will  ye  shut  him  from  your  soul  ? 
Shall  beggars  thus  a  Prince  disdain, 
Who  comes  each  sorrow  to  control.'* 

aff  3  Jesus  !  our  hearts  we  open  wide  ; 

We  would  thy  blessed  presence  know  ; 

0,  enter  in,  and  here  abide. 

While  everlasting  ages  flow !  allen. 

14i7,  7s.  Nuremburg.    Broad  Street, 

Christ  giving  Sight  to  the  Blind, 
Aff  1  "I  WAS  blind,  but  now  I  see !" 
Lord,  how  great  thy  love  to  me ! 
Thou  didst  speak  the  word,  and  lo, 
Light  outshines,  and  joys  o'erflow! 

2  Darkness  now  hath  pass'd  away, 
Nature  shines  in  beams  of  day  ; 
Ev'ry  object  doth  express 
Goodness,  grace,  and  loveliness. 

5  Path  to  paradise  on  high. 
Where  the  dwellers  never  sigh. 
Way  to  heav'nly  glory  bright. 
Thou  hast  open'd  to  my  sight! 

4  Ever  as  a  child  of  day 

May  I  walk  the  upward  way, 

Till  Thou  bring  me,  in  thy  love. 

To  eternal  light  above !  allen. 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN    150.  439 

14«8,  L.  M.  Uxbrldge.     Timsbury. 

Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  ONCE  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode  ; 

The  storm  was  loud, — the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  \>'indj  that  toss'd  my  fomid'ring  bark. 

2  The  gloomiest  horror  then  was  mine  ; 
Ah,  how  could  I  death's  current  stem? 
But  suddenly  a  star  did  shine, 

mf      It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem ! 

—  3  It  was  my  guide,  my  saving  light ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease, 

And  through  the  storm  and  dreadful  night 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

4  Now  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 
mf      I'll  sing,  fii'st  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  forevermore, 
The  star,  the  star  of  Bethlehem !        white. 

149.  O'u  88.)  C.  M.  Kendall.  Bowdoin  Square. 

Salvation. 
mf  1  SALVATION!  0  the  joyful  sound! 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

mp  2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 

—  But,  lighten 'd  by  the  grace  within, 
We  see  a  heavn'ly  day. 

f     3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around. 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
<       Conspire  to  raise  the  sound !  watts. 

150.  (ii.  4.)  L.  M,  Clyde.    Timsbury. 

Salvation  by  Christ. 

Aff  1  HERE  at  thy  cross,  my  Savior-God, 

I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love ! 

Oj  wash  me,  Jesus,  in  thy  blood, 

And  fit  me  for  a  throne  above ! 


440  HYMN  151.  [of  christ  and 

2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence. 
Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie, 
Resolv'dj  for  that's  my  last  defence, 

If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear  ; 
Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here. 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

mf  4  I'm  safe  ;  and  naught  my  soul  shall  harm  ; 

Thy  blood  shall  cleanse  my  guilt  away  ; 

Thy  voice  each  rising  fear  shall  calm, 
<       And  guide  me  up  to  realms  of  day !  watts. 

151.  H.  M.  xXewbury.     Haddara. 
Ancient  Types  of  Christ. 

1  ISRx\ELj  in  ancient  day, 
Not  only  had  a  view 

Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn-d  the  gospel  too: 
In  types  and  figures  they  might  trace 
The  features  of  the  Savior's  face. 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, 

Seen  with  enlighten-d  eyes. 

And  once  applied  with  power, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood 
To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 

Aff     3  Jesus!  I  love  to  trace, 

Throughout  the  sacred  page. 

The  footsteps  of  thy  grace 

The  same  in  ev'ry  age: 
O,  grant,  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To^clearer  light,  vouchsaf d  to  me !       cowper. 

152.  7s.  Kimball.     Blue  Town. 
Redeeming  Love- 

mp  1  MOURNING  souls,  dry  up  your  tears. 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears: 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

—  2  Welcome  all,  by  sin  oppress'd. 
Welcome  to  the  Savior's  rest! 


REDExMPTION.]         HYMN    154.  441 

Nothing  brought  Him  from  above. 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love ! 

Bif  S  He  subdued  th^  infenial  powers. 
His  tremendous  foes  and  ours  ; 
From  their  long-held  empire  drove. 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love  ! 

4  Praise,  then,  Jesus,  conqu'ring  King! 
Strike  aloud  each  tuneful  string ! 
Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above. 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love ! 

langford's  coll. 

1  53.  8  &  7.  Worthing .    Sicilian  Hjinn. 

Miracle  of  Love. 
Aflf  1  HAIL !  my  Jesus  ever  blessed ! 
Only  Thee  I  wish  to  sing  ; 
Unto  Thee  my  song's  addressed, 
Thee,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King! 

2  0  !  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven  ? 
Christ,  from  Thee,  enthron'd  above? 
Love  I  much?  Pve  much  forgiven  ; 
I'm  a  miracle  of  love  I 

f     3  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir ! 
mp      Praise  the  Lamb,  who  died  for  me ! 

While,  astonish'd,  I  admire 

God's  rich  love  and  mercy  free ! 

aff  4  0,  what  wondrous  grace  from  heaven, 
From  the  Savior,  thron'd  above? 
Love  I  much?  Pve  much  forgiven  ; 
Pm  a  miracle  of  love  !  wingrove. 

154.  CM.        Kendall.     Bo wdoin  Square. 

Thirsting  for  Christ. 
Aff  1  0,  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  I 
A  heart,  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me ! 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne. 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone ! 


442  HYMN  155.         [or  christ  and 

3  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  reuew'd. 
And  full  of  love  divine  ; 

Sincere,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine  ! 

4  My  heart.  Thou  know'st,  can  never  rest, 
Till  Thou  create  my  peace. 

Till  of  my  Eden,  repossessed, 
From  ev'ry  sin  I  cease. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart. 
Come  quickly  from  above. 

And  write  thy  name  upon  my  heart, — 

Thy  new,  best  name  of  love!      wesley's  coll. 

155.  L-  ^1-  Belville,     Martin's  Lane. 

Trust  171  Christ 
Aff  1  0  LAMB  !  0  Lamb  !  could  I  behold 

And  keep  my  eye  still  fix'd  on  Thee, 
The  Tempter's  snares,  though  manifold, 

Could  never  fright  or  trouble  me  ; 
For  through  thy  all-atoning  blood 
I  still  should  find  a  way  to  God. 

2  For  from  thy  death  springs  forth  a  light. 

Which  clearly  shows  our  sins  forgiven, 
Dispels  the  clouds  of  nature's  night. 

Assures  us.  that  we're  heirs  of  heav'n: 
No  more  can  darkness  till  that  heart, 
Which  doth  not  from  the  Savior  pait. 

3  Astonish'd  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 

Thy  love  exceeds  my  highest  thought; 
Henceforth  be  Thou  my  all  in  all, 

Thou !  who  with  blood  my  soul  hast  bought  ; 
O  may  I  hence  more  faithful  prove, 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  dying  love ! 

MORAVIAN  COLL. 
156.  8.  7.  &  4.  Brest.     Calvary. 

Trust  in  Christ. 
1   0,  MY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness! 
Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness  ; 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  be  gone  : 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  Him  alone. 


ivKDEMPTiox.]  HYMN   158.  443 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  besot  thee 
From  without  and  from  within, 
Jesus  saith,  He'll  ne'er  forget  thee. 
But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin: 

He  is  able 
To  subdue  the  pow'r  of  sin. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 
Soon  He'll  bring  thee  home  to  God: 

mf  Therefore  praise  Him, — 

Widely  spread  his  fame  abroad!      fawcett. 

157.         (11.59.)  CM.         Nichols.     Nottingham, 

Paradise  on  Earth. 

1  WHEN  Christ,  with  all  his  graces  crowne  d, 
Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 

'T  is  a  new  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
mf      The  paradise  of  God  ! 

2  A  blooming  Eden,  full  of  joy. 
In  this  wild  desert  springs  ; 

And  every  sense  I  straight  employ 
On  sweet,  celestial  things. 

—  3  The  fragrant  plants  around  appear. 
And  each  his  glory  shows  ; 
The  rose  of  Sharon  blossoms  here. 
The  fairest  flow'r,  that  blows. 

4  Yet  to  the  garden  in  the  skies 
My  feet  would  rather  go  ; 

mf      For  there  unwith'ring  liow^'rs  arise. 

And  joys  perpetual  grow !  watts. 

l^O.  7  &  6.  Missionary  Hymn. 

Christ's  Love  to  Man. 
1  WISE  men  have  measur'd  mountains. 
And  fathom'd  depths  of  seas. 
Have  trac'd  the  hidden  fountains. 
And  search'd  deep  mysteries  ; 
But  they  have  fail'd  to  measure 
W^hat  most  might  blessings  prove. 


444  HYMN  159.         [of  christ  and 

And  faiPd  to  find  the  treasure 
mp      Of  Christ's  most  wondrous  love. 

—  2  But  sure  no  rock-crown'd  mountain 
<       So  lofty  lifts  its  head, 

—  And  from  no  welling  fountain 
Such  joys  are  widely  spread: — 
The  love  of  Christ,  transcending 

mf      Yon  heav'ns'  exalted  height. 

Is  flowing  love, — ne'er  ending, — 

In  God's  own  glorious  light !  allen. 

159.  8s.  Wilworth.    Wanworth. 

Love  to  Christ. 
aff  1  MY  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim  ; 
And  join  with  the  armies  above 
To  shout  his  adorable  name. 

2  To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine 
Shall  be  my  eternal  employ  ; — 
To  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 
My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

3  He  freely  redeem'd  with  his  blood 
My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 
And  in  his  blest  presence  to  dwell  ; 

4  To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light. 
With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing  ; 
To  view  with  eternal  delight 

My  Jesus,  my  Savior,  my  King ! 

mf  5  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 
Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey  ; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away : 

6  The  crown,  that  my  Savior  bestows. 
Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine  ; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows, — 
mp      My  God,  my  Redeemer  is  mine !       francis. 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN    161.  445 

160.  0'  lOS.)  S.  M.  OIney.      Watchman, 

Christ  Beloved. 

1  THOUGH  with  our  mortal  eyes 
We've  not  beheld  the  Lord, 

aff      His  name  imparts  the  sweetest  joys  5 
We  love  Him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

8  And,  when  we  taste  thy  love, 
mf      Our  joys  divinely  grow 

Unspeakable,  like  those  above. 

And  heav'n  begins  below!  watts. 

161.  7s.  Edyfield.    Pilgrim, 

Love  to  Christ. 

Aflf  1  JESUS!  all-atoning  Lamb, 
Thine,  and  only  thine  I  am  ; 
Take  my  body,  spirit,  soul  ; 
Only  Thou  possess  the  whole ! 

2  Whom  have  I  on  earth  below? 
Thee  and  only  Thee  I  know  ; 
W^hom  have  1  in  heav'n,  but  Thee? 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me ! 

3  All  my  treasure  is  above  ; 
All  my  riches  is  thy  love  ; 
W^ho  the  worth  of  love  can  tell? 
Boundless,  and  unsearchable ! 

4  Thou,  0  Love,  my  portion  art: 

Lord,  Thou  know'st  my  guileless  heart: 
Other  comforts  I  despise : 
Love  be  all  my  paradise. 

5  Nothing  else  can  I  require : 
Love  fills  up  my  whole  desire ; 
All  thy  other  gifts  remove. 
Still  Thou  giv'st  me  all  in  love! 

WESLEY'S  COLL. 
38 


446  HYMN  162.         [of  christ  and 

162.  L.  M.  Hingham.    Miss.  Chant. 
My  Redeemer  liveth. 

Aff  1  "I  KNOW,  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ;" 
What  joys  and  hopes  this  sentence  gives? 
The  Savior  lives,  who  once  was  dead. 
Exalted  now  my  glorious  Head ! 

2  He  lives, — to  silence  all  my  fears. 
To  wipe  away  my  bitter  tears. 
To  plead  for  me  with  God  above. 
To  bless  me  with  his  saving  love. 

S  He  lives, — my  kind  and  heav'niy  Friend, 
And  He  will  love  me  to  the  end  ; 
mf      His  praises  I  will  joyful  sing, — 

My  Teacher,  and  my  Priest,  and  King ! 

4  He  lives, — all  glory  to  his  name! 
Jesus,  Redeemer,  still  the  same: 
mp      O,  the  sweet  joy,  this  sentence  gives, — 

"I  know,  that  my  Redeemer  lives!"      medlet. 

163.  73,  Nuremburg,     Pilgrim, 
Love  to  Christ. 

Aff  1  HOLY  Lamb !  who  Thee  receive. 
Who  in  Thee  begin  to  live. 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  Thee, — 
As  Thou  art,  so  let  us  be !     ' 

2  Fix,  O  fix  my  wav'ring  mind ! 
To  thy  cross  my  Spirit  bind: 
Earthly  passions  far  remove  ; 
Swallow  up  my  soul  in  love. 

3  Jesus  !  when  thy  light  we  see. 
All  our  soul's  athirst  for  Thee : 
When  thy  quickening  pow'r  we  prove, 
All  our  heart  dissolves  in  love. 

4  Boundless  wisdom,  pow'r  divine, 
Love  unspeakable  are  thine ! 
Praise  by  all  to  Thee  be  given, — 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven ! 

Wesley's  coll. 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN  166.  447 

2(54«.  ^s.  Edy field.     German  Hymn. 

Love  to  Christ. 
[From  the  Latin  of  Xavler.] 
Aff  1  JESUS,  Savior,  Thee  I  love, 
Not  for  hope  of  joys  above, 
Not  for  dread  of  pain  below. 
But  for  what  of  Thee  I  know. 

2  On  the  cross  outstretch'd,  I  see 
What  Thou  didst  endure  for  me  : 
O,  what  anguish  Thou  didst  bear. 
Pierced  by  the  nails  and  spear.'' 

3  Should  I  not  Thee,  Jesus,  love. — 
Not  for  hope  of  joys  above, — 
Not  for  dread  of  43ain  below, — 
But  because  thy  blood  did  flow.'* 

4  Jesus,  Savior,  I  love  Thee, 

Just  as  Thou  didst  love  e'en  me  ; 
mf      Thou  art.  Lord,  my  Savior-King, 

And  thy  praise  I'll  ever  sing!         allen. 

165.         (»i.  5.)  L.  M.  Truro.   Timsbury. 

Praise  to  Christ. 
Aff  1  LORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 
O'er  the  sharp  sorrows  of  thy  soul, 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws 
Repair'd  and  honor'd  by  the  cross: — 

2  When  I  behold  sin,  hell,  and  death 
All  vanquish'd  by  thy  dying  breath, 
And  see  the  man,  that  groan'd  and  died, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  side ; 

mf  S  My  passions  rise  and  soar  above  ; 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  flr'd  with  love: 
Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes,  that  Gabriel  sings ! 

WATTS. 
163.         (ii.  15.)  L.  BI.  Clyde.     Rothwell. 

Delight  in  Christ. 
1  FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone  ; 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone: 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Savior  see  ; 
aff      I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  Thee ! 


448  HYMN  167.         [op  Christ  ani> 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire : 
Come,  blessed  Jesus,  from  above. 
And  cheer  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love. 

mf  3  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine ! 
In  Thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  : 
And  they,  who  dwell  in  thy  blest  sight, 
Do  dwell  in  heav'n's  eternal  light!        watts. 

lOl.  L»  M.  Hebron.     German  Hymn, 

Union  to  Christ. 
Aff  1  LORD,  take  my  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Forever  elos'd  to  all  but  Thee ! 
Seal  Thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

2  How  blest  are  they,  who  still  abide 
Close  sheltered  in  thy  bleeding  side  ? 

Who  life  and  strength  from  thence  derive, — 
By  Thee  who  move,  in  Thee  who  live ! 

3  How  can  it  be.  Thou  heav'nly  King, 
That  Thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring! 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
Deck'd  with  a  never  fading  crown ! 

MORAVIAI?  COLL. 

X68.  L»  M.  Hebron.     Nazareth. 

Prayer  to  Christ. 
AfF  1  WHEN  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  wo, 
Jesus  !  thy  timely  aid  impart. 
And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

2  Search,  prove  my  heart ;  it  pants  for  Thee  ; 
O,  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free ! 
Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross. 

Nail  my  aflections  to  thy  cross ! 

3  Savior,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Undaunted  will  I  follow  Thee  ! 
O,  let  thy  hand  support  me  stilly 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 

4  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day ; 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN    170.  449 

The  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace! 

WESLEY'S  COLL. 

169.  ^s.  Turin.     Redeeming  Love. 
Prayer  to  Christ. 

Aff  I  SAVIOR  !  when  in  dust  to  Thee 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee  ; 
O,  by  all  the  pains  and  wo, 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  us,  as  to  Thee  we  cry ! 

2  By  thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness, — 
By  the  dread,  permitted  hour 

Of  th'  insulting  tempter's  power, — 
Turn,  0  turn  a  pitying  eye. 
Hear  us,  as  to  Thee  we  cry ! 

3  By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  tort'ring  scorn  ; 
By  the  gloom,  that  veil'd  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice, — 
From  thy  seat  above  the  sky 
Listen  to  our  humble  cr}'! 

4  By  the  deep,  expiring  groan, 
By  the  sad,  sepulchral  stone, 

—  O  !  from  earth  to  heav'n  restored, 
Mighty,  re-ascended  Lord, 
From  thy  throne  in  yon  blue  sky, 
Listen,  listen  to  our  cry!  GRA^'T. 

170,  7  &  6,  Richmond.     Amsterdam. 
Prayer  to  Christ. 

aff  1  JESUS!  Thou  dost  reign  above, 
And  Thou  shalt reign  below; 
Naught  thy  kingdom  fu'm  shall  move, 
Thy  purpose  overthrow: 
All  the  earth  thy  light  shall  see. 
All  the  earth  shall  praise  thy  power  ; 
Lord,  thy  glorious  majesty 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  adore! 
38* 


450  HYMN  171.         [of  christ  and 

2  Jesus,  Savior!  make  us  thine. 
And  stamp  thine  image  here  ; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  thy  grace  divine, — 
With  thy  SA\eet  mercy  cheer. 
Thou  hast  ransom'd  us  from  hell. 
Thou  hast  sav'd  us  by  thy  blood  ; 
O,  that  we  in  heav'n  may  dwell. 
To  praise  Thee  with  the  good!        allen. 

171.  8&7,  Worthing.     Greenville. 
Prayer  to  Christ. 

aff  1  LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heav'n  to  earth  come  down. 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 
All  thy  faithful  mercies  cro^\m: 

2  Come,  almighty  to  deliver. 
Let  us  all  thy  grace  receive  ; 
Suddenly  return, — and  never. 
Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 

3  Finish,  then,  thy  new  creation. 
Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation 
Perfectly  restor'd  in  Thee : 

4  Chang'd  from  glory  into  glory, 
Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise ! 

Wesley's  coll. 

172.  8s&7s.  Sicily.    Greenville. 
Prayer  to  Christ  for  Mercy. 

Aff  1  JESUS  !  save  me,  or  I  perish ! 

Guilt  weighs  heavy  on  my  heart: 
Fled  the  hopes,  I  once  did  cherish, 
All  delusions  now  depart. 

2  Shall  I  trust  in  tales  of  error  ? 
Shall  I  deem  the  danger  slight  ? 
Ah,  what  scenes  of  fear  and  terror 
When  eternal  truth  shines  bright? 

3  I  am  lost,  but  Thou  canst  save  me  ; 
Save  me,  Lord,  for  thine  own  sake ! 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN   174.  451 

In  atoning  blood  now  lave  me  ; 
Of  thy  love  let  me  partake ! 

4  Fled  the  hopes,  I  once  did  cherish, 
All  delusions  now  depart ; 
Jesus!  save  me,  or  I  perish! 
Jesus!  cheer  my  broken  heart!        allen. 

173.  C.  M.  Litchfield.    Stephens, 
Prayer  to  Christ  for  Mercy. 

Aff  1  JESUS,  Redeemer,  Savior,  Lord, 
The  weary  sinner's  Friend ! 
Be  Thou  my  help  ;  pronounce  the  word. 
And  bid  my  troubles  end. 

2  Deliv'rance,  peace,  and  joy  proclaim. 
And  life  and  liberty  ; 

Shed  forth  the  virtue  of  thy  name, 
A  Savior  prove  to  me ! 

3  Thou  canst  o'ercome  this  heart  of  mine, 
Thou  wilt  victorious  prove  ; 

For  everlasting  strength  is  thine. 
And  everlasting  love ! 

mf  4  Speak,  Lord!  the  deaf  shall  hear  thy  voice. 

The  blind  his  sight  receive, 
<       The  dumb  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
>       The  heart  of  stone  believe!         wesley's  coll. 

174.  8,7&4.  Zion.    Greenville. 

Prayer  for  Christ's  Guidance. 

Aff  1  GENTLY,  Lord,  O  !  gently  guide  us. 
As  in  tearful  vale  we  move. 
And,  whate'er  in  life  betide  us, 
Give  us  mercy  from  above: 

0 !  refresh  us, 
O,  refresh  us  with  thy  love ! 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  surround  us, — 
Cares,  and  fears,  and  bitter  throes, — 
Though  afflictive  arrows  wound  us, 
Though  assaiPd  by  num'rous  foes  ; — 

Jesus!  Savior! 
O,  redeem  us  from  our  woes! 


452  HYMN  175.         [of  christ  and 

mp  3  Bring  us,  Lord,  to  peaceful  dwelling 

In  thy  presence  in  the  sky  ; 
—      There  shall  we  be  ever  telling 

Of  thy  grace, — for  Thou  didst  die  ; 
mf  Yes,  Redeemer! 

For  us,  sinners,  Thou  didst  die  !        allen. 

175.  L.  M,  Nashville,     Mayhew. 
Prayer  to  Christ. 

Aff  1  0  LOYE,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray? 

All  pain  before  thy  presence  flies  ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow  melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arise: 
(.   Jesus,  nothing  may  I  see, — 
Nothing  desire  or  seek, — but  Thee! 

2  More  hard  than  marble  is  my  heart. 

And  foul  with  sins  of  deepest  stain : 
But  Thou  the  mighty  Savior  art, 

Nor  flow'd  thy  cleansing  blood  in  vain; 
Ah,  soften,  melt  this  rock, — and  may 
Thy  blood  wash  all  these  stains  away ! 

3  In  suffering  be  thy  love  my  peace. 

In  weakness  be  thy  love  my  power! 
And,  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Jesus  ! — in  that  important  hour, — 
mf      In  death,  as  life,  be  Thou  my  guide. 
And  save  me,  who  for  me  hast  died ! 

weslet's  coll. 

176.  L-  M.  Belville.     Newcourt. 
IVrestlmg  Jacob.     Gen.  32. 

aff  1  COME,  0  Thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold  but  cannot  see ! 
My  company  before  is  gone. 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  Thee: 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay. 
And  wrestle,  till  the  break  of  dav. 


2  I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am  ; 

My  woful  case  and  sin  declare  ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name, — 

Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there ! 
But  who, — I  ask  Thee, — who  art  Thou  f 
Tel)  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now! 


I 


REDEMPTio.-v.]  HYMN   177.  453 

3  In  vain  Thou  strugirlest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  iniloose  my  hold  ; 
Art  Thou  the  nian,  that  died  for  me? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold: — 
Wrestling  I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

4  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long? 

I  rise  superior  to  my  pain: — 
<  When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong! 

mf      And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  tail, 

0  Stranger,  I  shall  then  prevail!      C.  Wesley. 

177.  L.  M.  Belville.     St.  Helen. 

JVrestUng  Jacob.     Gen.  32. 

aff  1  YIELD  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak. 

But  confident  in  self-despair  ; 
Speak  to  my  heart, — in  blessings  speak  ; 

Be  conquer-d  by  my  instant  prayer: 
Speak,  or  Thou  never  hence  shalt  move  ! 
And  tell  me, — if  thy  name  be  Love  ! 

2  'T  is  Love  !— 't  is  Love  !— Thou  diedst  for  me  ; 
pp  I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 

mf      The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee. 
Pure,  universal  Love  Thou  art ; 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  mercies  move. 
Thy  Nature  and  thy  name  is  Love! 

—  3  1  know  Thee,  Savior,  who  Thou  art, 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  ; 
Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to^he  end: 
mf      Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove. 
Thy  Nature  and  thy  Name  is  Love. 

—  4  Lame,  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey ; 

Hell,  earth,  and  sin  with  ease  o'ercome  ; 
mf      I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way, 

And,  as  a  bounding  hart,  fly  home  ; 
Through  never  ending  years  to  prove. 
Thy  Nature  and  thy  N'ame  is  Love ! 

C.  Wesley. 


454  HYMN  HS.         [or  christ  and 

ITS.  CM.  Latrob€,    York. 

Think  upon  Me.     Neh.  5. 
a£f  1   0  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  liA  ray  heart  to  Thee  ; 
In  all  my  trials,  conflicts,  woes. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When,  groaning,  on  my  burdened  heart 
My  sins  lie  heavily, 

My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart. 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  If  on  my  face,  for  thv  dear  name, 
Reproach  and  shame  shall  be, 

nif      I'll  hail  reproach  and  welcome  shame, 
mp      If  Thou  remember  me. 

—  4  The  hour  is  near  ;  consign 'd  to  death, 

I  own  thy  just  decree  ; 
Blest  Savior,  with  my  parting  breath 
mp      I'll  cry, — remember  me !  hjlweis. 

179.  CM.  Mchols.    Nottingham. 

Praise  to  Christ. 
mf  1  SING,  all  ye  ransom'd  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliverer  sing: 
Ye  pilgrims,  tending  Zion-ward, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King  I 

—  2  His  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road, 

Till  ye  the  heav'nly  prize  have  won. 

And  see  your  gracious  God. 

3  Bright  garlands  of  immortal  joy 
Shall  bloom  on  ev'ry  head, 
While  pain,  and  scenes  of  sad  annoy. 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

mf  4  March  on.  for  your  Redeemer's  nigh  : 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still  ; 
With  joyful  hope  still  fix  your  eye 
On  Zion's  heav'nly  hill!  doddridge. 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN    181.  455 

ISO.  8&7.  Worthing.     Sicilian  Hymn. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 
afl"  1   HAIL,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus! 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring  ; 
By  thy  death  Thou  didst  release  us 
From  the  tyrant's  deadly  sting. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed. 
All  our  sins  on  Thee  were  laid  ; 
Great  High  Priest,  by  God  anointed. 
Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 

3  Humble  sinners  are  forgiven 
Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood: 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 
Peace  is  made  for  man  with  God. 

mf  4  Jesus,  hail!  enthron'd  in  glory. 
There  forever  to  abide: 
All  the  heav'njy  hosts  adore  Thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side!         rippon's  coll. 

181.  S.  M.  St,  Thomas,    Silver  Street. 

Praise  to  Christ. 

aff  1  AWAKE,  and  sing  a  song 
Of  praise  to  Him,  who  died  ; 
Wake,  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 
To  pour  your  joy's  full  tide, 

mp  2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 
<       Sing  of  his  rising  power  ; 
—       Sing,  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those,  whose  sins  He  bore. 

mf  3  Sing  on  your  heav'nward  way. 
Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King! 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, 
mp      '^Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;" 

Soon  will  He  call  us  hence  away. 
And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

mf  5  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 
Pour  melody's  full  tide, 


456  HYMN  183.  [of  christ  and 

mp      And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 

In  heav'n  to  Him,  who  died!        hammond. 

182.  7s.  Pleyel'sH,    Hamburg. 
Preaching  Christ* 

1  WOULD  you  win  a  soul  from  hell  ? 
mp      Then  of  Jesus,  Savior,  tell! 

Of  the  w  onders  of  his  love. 
Coming  down  from  heav'n  above: 

2  How  the  crimson  blood  did  flow", 
Down  his  cross  to  earth  below, 
From  his  hands,  and  feet,  and  side. 
As  in  mighty  grief  He  died ! 

mf  3  Tell,  how  Jesus  left  the  grave. 
And  has  now  all  pow'r  to  save, — 
Bidding  ev'ry  soul  return. 
Lest  he  soon  in  torment  burn ! 

4  Tell,  how  Jesus  pardons  sin, 
Purifying  all  within  ; 
How  He  gives  the  weary  rest. 
How  He  makes  his  servants  blest !  allen. 

183.  (ii,91.)  CM.         Kendall.    Bowdoin  Square. 

The  Glory  of  Christ  in  Heaven. 
aff  1  OF  pure  delights  what  flowing  streams, 
What  glories  fill  the  place. 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  outshining  grace  ^ 

2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 
Sit  smiling  on  his  brow. 

And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  distance  bow. 

3  Lord,  w^hile  our  faith  enjoys  this  sight. 
We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 

We  too  would  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  there  our  homage  pay !         watts. 

184.  7s.  Hotham.    Falmouth, 

Praise  of  the  Lamb.     Rev.  7. 
1  LO,  before  the  throne  there  stood, 
From  the  earth  by  goodness  won^ 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN  185.  457 

Rob'd  in  white,  a  multitude. 
Countless,  shouting  as  but  one, — 
f         ^'Praise  and  glory  to  our  God, 
Sitting  on  his  heav'nly  throne  ; 
Glory  to  the  Lamb,  whose  blood 
For  our  sins  doth  well  atone !" 

—  2  Angels  too,  while  they  adore. 

Rapt  in  wonder,  prostrate,  said, — 
mf      ''Wisdom,  majesty,  and  power. 

Honor,  glory,  thanks  be  paid 
mp      To  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

Unto  whom  w^e  lowly  bend, 
f         And  to  God  in  loudest  strain, — 
<       Ceaseless, — ages  without  end !        allen". 

185.  (i- L)  C.  M.         St.  John's.     NottiDgham, 

A  J^ew  Song  to  the  Lamb.  Rev.  5. 

aff  1  THE  glories  of  the  Lamb  survey. 
Amidst  his  Father's  throne : 
New  honors  to  his  name  now  pay, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around, 
mp      With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

—  3  Those  are  the  pray'rs  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns,  they  raise : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints. 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

f     4  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 
We  praises  loud  proclaim  ; — 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
Forever  to  thy  name  ! 

mp  5  Thou  has  redeem'd  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free, 

Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God  ; 
mf      And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee !        watts. 
39 


458  HYMN  186.         [of  christ  and 

186.  6&4.         Dort.     Italian  Hymn. 
Christ's  Triumph. 

inf  1  LET  us  awake  our  joys. 

Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice. 

Each  creature  sing: 
Angels,  begin  the  song  ; 
Mortals,  the  strain  prolong 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong, 

''Jesus  is  King!" 

—  2  He  vanquish'd  sin  and  hell, 

And  our  last  foe  will  quell ; 

Mourners,  rejoice ! 
His  dying  love  adore, — 
mf      Praise  Him,  now  rais'd  in  power, 
Praise  Him  fore  verm  ore, 

With  joyful  voice  i 

3  All  hail  the  glorious  day. 

When  through  the  heav'nly  way 
Lo,  He  shall  come ! 
mp       While  they,  who  pi  ere 'd  Him,  wail, 

—  His  promise  shall  not  fail  ; 
Saints,  see  your  King  prevail: — 

mf  Great  Sa.vior,  come  ? 

KINGSBURY^ 

187.  (i.62.)  CM.  Westford.     Melody. 

The  Lamb  worshipped.     Rev.  5. 
raf  1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

,     2  "Worthy  the  Lamb,  that  died,"  they  cry,. 

To  be  exalted  thus;" — 
aff      ''Worthy  the  Lamb!" — our  lips  reply. 

For  He  was  slain  for  us !" 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  pow'r  divine  , 
And  blessings  more,  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine ! 

mf  4  Let  all  beneath  and  in  the  sky 
Their  songs  in  concert  raise, 


i 


REDEMPTION.]  HYMN  189.  459 

Exalt  thy  wondrous  glories  high. 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise  ! 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  in  joyful  strain 
The  Father,  sitting  on  the  throne, 
And  Christ,  the  Lamb  once  slain  !  watts. 

188.  7s.  Edyfield.     Pilgrim. 

Praise  of  ChHst  in  Heaven. 
mp  1   0,  HOW  sweet  in  heav'n  to  sing 
Wondrous  love  of  Christ,  our  King  ; 
There  extolling  His  blest  name, 
Who  once  bore  the  sinner's  shame? 

2  'Tis  a  song,  that  ne'er  shall  close, 
While  time's  current  endless  flows  ; 
'Tis  a  song  of  pure  delight. 
Sung  by  saints,  array'd  in  light ! 

aff  3  Jesus!  shall  I  join  that  song? 

Shall  my  voice  thy  praise  prolong? 
Bring  me  to  thy  heav'nly  throne. 
All  thy  love  to  me  make  known? 

4  I  would  join  the  heav'nly  throng, 
I  would  raise  my  endless  song, — 
mf      ''Glory,  honor,  praise  to  Thee, 

Who  didst  die  in  shame  for  me !"         allen. 


OF  THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

189.  L.  M.  Belville,     Newcourt. 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit. 
Aff  1  ETERNAL  Spirit,  source  of  light, 
Enliv'ning,  consecrating  fire, 
Descend  and  with  a  flame^most  bright 
Our  dull,    our  frozen  hearts  inspire  ; 
O,  make  our  hearts  thy  chosen  home! 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come  ! 

9  In  our  cold  breasts  O  strike  a  spark 

Of  the  pure  flame,  which  seraphs  feel, 
Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark. 


460  HYMN  190.  [of  the 

Nor  lie  benumm'd  and  stupid  still  ; 
Come,  vivifying  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  constant  home. 

3  Let  pure  devotion's  fervor  rise  ; 
Let  every  pious  passion  glow: 
mf      O,  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies 

Be  kindled  in  our  hearts  below! 
mp       Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come. 

And  make  our  souls  thy  constant  home ! 

DAVIES. 

190.  (ii.34.)  CM.        Litchfield.     Arlington. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 
Aff  1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers! 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

mp  2  Alas !  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  I 
Our  souls  no  warm  aspirings  know 
For  high,  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs. 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
>       Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues. 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

mp  4  Shall  we,  O  Lord,  forever  be 
In  this  poor,  lifeless  state  .^ 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  .^ 

mf  5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers! 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Savior's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours !  watts. 

191,  L.  M.  Clyde.    Trenton. 
Prayer  for  the  Spirit. 

aff  1  COME,  Holy  Ghost,  all  quick'ning  fire! 
Come,  and  my  hallow'd  heart  inspire  ; 
Now  to  my  soul  thyself  reveal, 
Thy  mighty  working  let  me  feel. 


HOLY  SPIRIT.]  HYMN  193.  461 

2  O  make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
And  may  I,  as  a  little  childj 

My  lowly  Master's  steps  pursue: 
In  love  create  Thou  all  things  new. 

3  Let  earth  no  more  my  heart  divide, 
With  Christ  may  I  be  crucified  ; — 
Dead  to  the  world,  and  all  its  toys, 
Its  idle  pomp,  and  fading  joys. 

4  Besprinkled  with  atoning  blood. 
May  I  indeed  be  born  of  God : 
Thy  witness  with  my  spirit  bear, 

mf      That  God,  my  God,  inhabits  there ! 

Wesley's  coll. 

192.  L.  M.  Hebron.     Alfrcton. 

Prat/er  for  the  Spirit. 
aff  1  O  SPIRIT  of  the  Living  God! 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race  ! 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 
Give  pow'r  and  unction  from  above. 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light, 
Confusion  order  in  thy  path  ; 

Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might  5 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

mf  4  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  5 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify. 
Till  ev'ry  kindred  call  Him  Lord ! 

MONTGOMERY. 
193.  C.  M.  Dedham,     Arundel, 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit. 
aff  1  SPIRIT  of  Truth,  to  Thee  w^e  pray, 
To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 
39* 


462  HYMN  194.  [op  the 

2  No  heav'nly  harpings  soothe  our  ear, 
No  mystic  dreams  we  share  ; 

Yet  hope  to  feel  thy  comfort  near. 
And  bless  Thee  in  our  prayer. 

3  When  tongues  shall  cease,  and  pow'r  decay, 
And  knowledge  empty  prove, 

Do  Thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay 

With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love  I  heber. 

194.  L.  M.  Brewer.       St,  Paul's, 
Prayer  for  the  SpiriVs  Guidance. 

1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  peace  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Display  to  us  thy  glorious  light, 

And  fill  our  souls  with  pure  delight. 

2  Lead  us  to  holiness,— the  road, 
Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  : 
Lead  us  to  Christ, — the  living  way. 
Nor  let  us  from  his  footsteps  stray. 

S  Lead  us  to  God, — our  final  rest. 
To  be  with  Him  forever  blest: 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share, — 
mf      Fulness  of  joy  forever  there !     brown. 

195.  S.  M.  Haverhill.     Olmutz. 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit. 

Aff  1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come. 

With  beams  of  heav'nly  light  ; 

Come,  make  our  hearts  thy  blessed  home, 

And  give  us  pure  delight. 

2  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart. 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 
mf      To  pour  fresh  life  on  ev'ry  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole  ! 

mp  3  Our  guilty  spirits  heal 

By  pow'r  of  Jesus'  blood, 
mf      And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 

The  secret  love  of  God. 

—  4  Our  wand'ring  thoughts  reclaim, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 


HOLY  SPIRIT.]  HYMN  197.  463 

mf      And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 

Of  never  dying  love!  hart. 

196.  7s,  Edyfield,    Broadstrect, 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit. 

1  HOLY  Ghost,  with  light  divine 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  pow'r  divine 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  has  sin  without  control 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Hol}^  Ghostj  with  joy  divine 
Cheer  this  sadden'd  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
mf      Cast  down  ev'ry  idol  throne, 

Reign  supreme, — and  reign  alone !     reed. 

197.  H.  M,        Murray.    St.  Phillip's, 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit, 
Aff      1  O  THOU,  that  hearest  prayer, 
Now  hear  our  humble  cry. 
And  let  thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessing  from  on  high: 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word  ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children,  when  they  ciy  ; 

If  they,  with  love  sincere. 

Their  children's  wants  supply  ; 
Much  more  wilt  Thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer,  when  thy  childi-en  pray. 

S  Our  heav'nly  Father  Thou! 
We,  children  of  thy  grace! 
O,  let  thy  Spirit  now 
Descend  and  fill  the  place  3 


464  HYMN  198.  [op  the 

So  shall  we  feel  the  heav'nly  flame. 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

pratt's  coll. 

198.  (ii.  133.)  L,  M.        St.  Peter's.     Ellenthorpc. 

Influences  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit,  we  adore, 

And  praise  the  wonders  of  thy  power  ; 
It  brings  the  heav'nly  blessings  down 
From  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

S  Thy  glorious  pow'r  doth  work  within. 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin, 
Doth  our  imperious  lusts  subdue. 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

mp  4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice, 

mf      Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 

<:       Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

>•       And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind.         watts. 

199.  (i,95.)  CM.  Manchester.    Newton, 

Regeneration  by  the  Spirit, 

1  NOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
Nor  rites,  that  God  has  given. 

Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  so V 'reign  will  of  God  alone 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace, 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son 

A  new,  peculiar  race ! 

$  The  Spirit,  like  some  heav'nly  wind, 
Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh. 
New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

mf  4  Our  quicken'd  souls  awake,  and  rise 
From  the  long  sleep  of  death  ; 
On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes. 
And  praise  employs  our  breath !        watts, 


HOLY  SPIRIT.]         HYMN  201.  465 

200.  (ii«  130.)  C.  M,  iNewton.     Qirislmaa. 

The  7iew  Creation. 
1  ATTEND  while  God's  exalted  Son 
Doth  his  own  glon  shew! 
Behold,  He  sits  upon  his  throne, 
Creating  all  things  new. 

aff  2  Mighty  Redeemer,  set  me  free 
From  my  old  state  of  sin  ; 
O,  make  my  soul  alive  to  Thee, 
Create  new  pow'rs  within, 

3  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears. 
And  mould  my  heart  afresh  ; 

Give  me  new  passions,  joys,  and  fears. 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

4  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 

In  the  new  world,  by  grace  outspread, 

I  would  forever  dwell.  watts. 

20 1 .  CM.  Cfarisimas.     Pet«rboroogh. 
Regeneration  hy  the  Spirit. 

1  CAN  aught  beneath  a  pow'r  divine 
The  stubborn  will  subdue.^ — 

Aflf      'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

2  'T  is  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 
And  upward  bid  them  rise  ; 

To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes  ; 

5  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 
And  bid  the  sinner  live: — 

A  beam  of  heav'n,  a  vital  ray, 
'T  is  thine  alone  to  give. 

4  0,  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 
And  give  them  life  divine  ; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
mf      Almighty  Lord,  be  thine!  Steele. 


466  HYMN  202.  [of  the 

202.  C,  M.  Ipswich.    Nazareth, 
Regeneration  by  the  Spirit. 

Aff  1  0  LORD,  on  darkness  shed  thy  light. 
And  send  thy  renovating  might ; 
Create  anew  each  guilty  heart. 
And  thine  own  image  now  impart. 

2  Nor  will  nor  pow'r  of  man  can  change 
The  love  to  sin,  so  fix'd  and  strange  : 
No  voice  but  thine  can  wake  the  dead. 
And  lift  them  from  corruption's  bed ! 

3  O,  Thou,  who  art  enthron'd  above, 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  down  in  love, 
And  let  thy  keen  and  pow'rful  word 
Pierce  like  the  edge  of  glitt'ring  sword. 

4  Inspire  the  soul  with  love  divine  ; 
Lord,  make  the  will  submit  to  thine, 

mf      And  let  the  warm  affections  rise 

To  things  eternal  in  the  skies !  allen. 

203.  S.  M.  Haverhill.     Olmutz, 
Prayer  for  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Aff  1  O,  HOLY  Spirit!  come, 
With  energy   divine ! 
On  nature's  deep  and  cheerless  gloom 
In  truth's  bright  splendor  shine  ! 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  now. 
Sent  from  Messiah's  throne ! 
Let  penitential  thoughts  outflow 
From  smitten  hearts  of  stone ! 

3  O,  Holy  Spirit,  come 

mp      And  speak  with  mercy's  voice! 

mf      O,  come,  and  make  each  heart  thy  home  ; 

<c       Let  ev'ry  soul  rejoice!  allen. 

204.  C.  M.  Kendall.     Chiua. 
Prayer  for  the  Spirit. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Spirit,  now  behold 
A  world,  by  sin  destroyed: 
Creating  Spirit,  as  of  old. 
Move  on  the  formless  void ! 


iiOLV  SPIRIT.]         HYMN  206.  467 

2  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy, 
When  nature  rose  to  view  ; 

What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ. 
When  Thou  shalt  all  renew? 

3  And,  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice, 
A  Savior's  name  to  hear  ; 

How  will  the  ransom'd  raise  their  voice. 
If  Christ  to  them  appear? 

4  Lo,  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe, 
Assembhng  round  the  throne, 
The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 

To  sov'reign  love  alone  !  pratt's  coll. 

205.  C.  M.  Kendall.    China. 
The  Spirit  sent. 

1  LET  songs  of  praise  now  fill  the  sky  ! — 
Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 

Sends  down  the  Spirit  from  on  high. 
Fulfilling  thus  his  word. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heav'nly  breath. 
New  life  creates  within  : 

He  raises  sinners  from  the  death. 
The  woful  death  of  sin. 

5  The  things  of  God  the  Spirit  takes, 
And  unto  men  doth  shew  ; 

The  humble  soul  his  temple  makes, 
God's  image  stamps  anew. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above 
With  thy  celestial  fire  ; 
0  come,  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire !        cotterill. 

206.  8,  6  &  4.  Greenwood. 
The  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter. 

1  OUR  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 
His  tender,  last  farewell, 

A  Guide,  a  Comforter  bequeathed. 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame 
To  teach,  convince,  subdue  ; 


468  HYMN   207.  [of  the 

All  pow'rful  as  the  wind  He  came. 
As  viewless  too. 

S  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 
A  gi-acious,  willing  guest. 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart, 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  And  his  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 
Soft  as  the  breath  of  even, 

That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each  fear. 
And  speaks  of  heaven . 

5  And  ev'ry  virtue,  we  possess, 
And  ev'iy  vict'ry  w  on, 

And  ev'ry  thought  of  holiness 
Are  his  alone. 

aff  6  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace. 
Our  weakness  pitying  see  ; 

0  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place, 

And  worthier  Thee !     spirit  of  psalms. 

207.  L.  M.  Eelville.     St.  Helen's. 
Prayer  for  the  Comforter. 

1  COME,  Holy  Ghost,  my  heart  inspire! 

Attest,  that  I  am  born  again  ; 
Come,  and  baptize  me  now  with  fire, 
Nor  let  thy  former  gifts  be  vain  ; 

1  cannot  rest  in  sins  forgiven  ; 
Where  is  the  earnest  of  my  heaven  ? 

2  Where  is  the  clear,  undoubted  seal, 

That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine.'* 
The  pow'rful  stamp,  I  long  to  feel. 

The  signature  of  love  divine! 
O,  shed  it  in  my  heart  abroad, — 
mf      Fulness  of  love,  of  heav'n,  of  God!         wesl. 

208.  (i.  144.)  CM.  Kendall.    China, 
The  witnessing  Spirit, 

aff  I  WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  r 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 


[or  SINNERS. J  HYMN  210.  469 

2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 
And  seal  the  heirs  ot' heaven? 

When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  coniplaintSj 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood, 

And"  bear  thy  witness  with  my  hearty 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love. 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  sale  convey  me  home  !  watts. 


OF  SINNERS. 


209.  (1.57.)  CM,  Canton.  Bangor, 

Original  Sin. 
1  BACKWARD  with  humble  shame  we  look 
On  our  original  ; 

How  is  our  nature  dash'd  and  broke 
In  our  lii*st  father's  fall? 

mp  2  To  all,  that's  good,  averse  and  blind. 
And  prone  to  all.  that's  ill, 
What  dreadful  darkness  veils  our  mind? 
How  obstinate  our  will? 

3  How  strong  in  our  degenerate  blood 
The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood. 
Wanders  through  all  our  veins  ! 

aff  4  Yet,  mighty  God,  in  wondrous  love 
On  us  thy  Spirit  breathe. 
And  let  thy  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  sin,  and  death!  watts. 

210.  (ii.  159.)  C.  M.  Patmos.     Dundee. 

Unconverted  State. 
1   GREAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  ! 
We  own  with  humble  shame, 
40 


470  HYMX  211.  [of  sinners.] 

How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  racej 
And  our  first  father's  name. 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 
The  poison  reigns  within  ; 

Makes  us  averse  to  all,  that's  good, 
And  willing  slaves  to  sin. 

3  We  live  estrang'd  afar  from  God, 
And  love  the  distance  well  ; 

With  haste  we  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

4  And  can  such  rebels  be  restored. 
Such  natures  made  divine? 

Let  sinners  see  thy  glory.  Lord, 
And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine. 

Aff  5  We  raise  our  Father's  name  on  high, 
Who  his  o^^Ti  Spirit  sends, 
To  bring  rebellious  strangers  nigh^ 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends.  watts. 

211.         (ii.  153.)  CM.         Canton.      Bangor. 

Disease  and  Madness  of  Sin. 

1  SIN,  like  a  venomous  disease, 
Infects  our  vital  blood  ; 

The  only  balm  is  sov'reign  grace, 
And  the  physician  God. 

2  Our  beaut}'  and  our  strength  are  fled, 
And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 

But  Christ,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madness  by  nature  reigns  within, 
The  passions  burn  and  rage, 

Till  God's  own  Son,  with  skill  divine, 
The  inward  fire  assuage. 

4  We  lick  the  dust,  we  grasp  the  wind, 
And  solid  good  despise : 

Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jesus  makes  us  wise. 

.5  We  give  our  souls  the  wounds,  tkey  know, 
AYe  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 


[of  sinners.]         hymn  213.  471 

And  rush  with  fury  down  to  wo, — 
But  Heav'n  prevents  the  fall. 

6  The  man,  possessed  anionir  the  tombs. 
Cuts  his  own  flesh  and  cries: 
He  foams  and  raves,  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  the  foul  spirit  flies!  watts. 

212.  C.  M.         St.  John's.     Peterborough. 
JS^ecessity  of  a  nexc  Heart. 

1  IF,  Sinners!  ye  in  heav'n  would  dwell. 
And  lastinir  crood  attain  ; 

Then  on  Christ's  teachinor  ponder  well, — 
"Ye  must  be  born  again!" 

2  Ye  worldlinirs!  toiling  day  and  night 
The  treasur'd  gold  to  gain, 

Should  not  this  word  your  treasures  blight, — 
"Ye  must  be  born  again?" 

3  Ye  idol^worshippers  of  earth, — 
Of  forms,  though  lovely,  vain  ; — 
Y'e  need  indeed  a  heav'nly  birth, — 
"Ye  must  be  born  again !" 

Aff  4  0  Thou,  whose  Spirit  doth  renew 
And  glorious  vict'ry  gain, 
In  thine  own  image  make  them  new  ; 
"Let  them  be  born  again!"  allen. 

213,  (ii.  1^8-)  L.  M.  Cabot.     Windham. 

Few  saved;  Almost  a  Christian. 

1  BROAD  is  the  road,  that  leads  to  wrath, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross" 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  soul,  that  sinks  do^Mi  weak  and  faint, 
And  leaves  the  righteous  path,  once  trod, 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  ne'er  shall  dwell  in  heav'n  with  God. 


472  HYMN  214.  [op  sinners.] 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew.         watts. 

214.         (ii.160.)         L.  M.  Ward.     Medway. 

Custom  in  Sin. 

1  LET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
Put  off  the  spots,  that  nature  gives  ; 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers  and  their  lives. 

2  As  well  might  Ethiopian  slaves 
Wash  out  the  darkness  of  their  skin  ; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves. 
As  old  transgressors  cease  to  sin. 

3  Where  A^ice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'T  will  not  endure  the  least  control  ; 
None  but  a  pow'r  divinely  strong 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  soul. 

nfF  4  Great  God !  I  seek  thy  j)ow'r  divine. 
Thy  Spirit,  sent  down  from  above, 
To  renovate  this  heart  of  mine, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  heav'nly  love  !         watts. 

215.  L.  M.  Belville.      St.  Hellen's. 

Blindness  to  God. 
1  A  FILM,  impervious  to  the  light. 
Conceals  the  present  God  from  sight. 
O'er  all  his  works  deep  darkness  throws. 
Though  all  his  works  his  pow'r  disclose. 
And  man,  amidst  the  fullest  blaze 
Of  truth  divine,  no  truth  surveys. 

mf  2  He  sees  the  glorious  sun  arise. 
Shining  majestic  in  the  skies. 
His  light  and  heat  diffusing  wide, 
Where  mists  and  darkness  were  allied  ; 

—       But  naught  he  sees  of  skill  divine, 
Teaching  the  orb  of  day  to  shine. 

3  He  sees  the  silver  moon  at  night, 
Scatt'ring  her  pale  and  gentle  light, 


[of  sixners.]  hymn  217.  473 

And  countless  stars  with  glitt'ring  ray, 
That  make  the  heav'nly  arch  so  e-ay  ; 
But  full  orb'd  moon  and  spankled  sky 
Strike  but  in  vain  bis  sensual  eye. 

aff  4  Lord,  take  this  native  film  from  me^ 
That  I  thy  pow'r  and  love  may  see 
In  worlds,  ju>t  glimmTing  on  the  sight. 
And  in  the  torms  around  me  bright  5 

mf      Then  I  with  lifted  hands  shall  cry, 

''Thee  I  adore,  great  God  on  high!*'        allex. 

216.  L.  M.  Hebron.     Wells. 
U?ichristian  ZeaJ. 

1  A  ZEAL,  not  kindled  from  on  high, 
Oft  glares,  like  lightning.,  on  the  eye. 
Like  lightning  too,  it  aims  to  scath, 
Blazing  the  minister  of  wrath. 

2  The  honied  words  of  peace  and  love, 
Of  pure  designs,  like  His  above, 
Are  like  the  distant  lightning-stream, 
A  gentle,  soft,  imposing  gleam. 

S  But  bring  the  distant  lightning  near  ; 
The  roaring  thunder-breath  you  hear. 
And  hissing,  blasting  bolts  of  tire 
Wild  terror  and  deep  awe  inspire. 

4  Strange  shafts !  in  heav'nly  quiver  found, 
Spending  their  furv*  on  the  ground : 
Strange  zeal  I  that  launches  truth  divine 
With  earthly,  vengeful,  proud  design ! 

5  "Christian  disciples!  learn  of  Me, 

Your  Pattern,  from  all  passion  free : 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  heart, 

My  aim  eternal  joys  t"  impart !"'  allex. 

217.  S.  M.  Shirland.     Watchmao^ 
Corrupted  Youth. 

1  CHEER'D  by  the  orb  of  day, 
I've  seen  the  morning  bright, 
Each  object  drest  in  pure  array, 
>       But  soon  all  chan^'d  to  night, 
40* 


474  HYMN  218.  [of  sinners.] 

mf  2  The  storm  is  raging  high, 
The  thunder  speaks  aloud, 
The  lightnings  gleam  upon  the  eye. 
Out-bursting  from  the  cloud. 

—  3  And  such  too  oft  is  youth, 

Now  thoughtless,  bright,  and  gay, 
Array'd  in  guilelessness  and  truth. 
And  open  as  the  day. 

4  But  soon  how  chang'd?     The  face 
O'erspread  with  clouds  of  care. 
The  might  of  passions  you  may  trace, 
>       And  conscience  speaks  despair ! 

Aff  5  0,  Lord,  the  heart  renew. 
And  love  and  faith  restore. 
Then  shall  blest  scene  delight  our  view, 
And  Eden  bloom  once  more  I  allen. 

218.  CM.  Palmos.     Marlow. 

Sinners  roamed  and  exhorted. 

1  SINNERS,  now  listen  to  the  Lord  ; 
His  mercy  speaks  to  day  ; 

He  calls  you  by  his  sov'reign  word 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest. 
You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 

A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go? 

In  pain  you  pass  your  toilsome  days 
To  reap  immortal  wo. 

4  But  he,  who  turns  to  God,  shall  live 
Through  his  abounding  grace: 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those,  who  seek  his  face. 

5  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word. 
Renouncing  ev'ry  sin  ; 

Submit  to  Him,  your  sov'reign  Lord, 
And  let  Him  reign  within. 


[or  SINNERS.]  HYMN  220.  475 

6  His  love  your  highest  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
He  pardons  like  a  God: 
He  will  forgive  your  sinful  deeds 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood  !         fawcett. 

219.  7s,  Kimball.     Broad  Street, 

Prepare  to  meet  God. 

1  SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ^ 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared ! 
Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ! 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepared, 
Thou  must  either  break,  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes. 
Frighted  hills  and  mountains  flee  ; 
Heart  of  boldest  sinner  quakes  ; 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Who  his  coming  may  abide  ?— 
You,  that  glory  in  your  shame. 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 
W^hen  the  world  is  wTapt  in  flame  ? 

.5  Earth  you  soon  must  leave,  alas ! 
Soon  you  must  resign  your  breath. 
And  your  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
Throuf]^h  the  iron  c^ate  of  death. 

6  Listen,  then,  to  Jesus'  voice. 
Quickly  your  short  day  improve  ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 
Seek  the  things,  that  are  above  !         newton. 

220.  8,7&4.  Brest.     Calvary. 

Sinners  warned, 
1  SINNERS!  will  ye  scorn  the  thunder, 
Rolling  dreadful  o'er  your  head? — 
Rebel  angels  hear  with  w^onder, 
Shrinking  back  with  awful  dread  ; 

Rebel  angels. 
Trembling,  shrink  with  awful  dread. 


476  HYMN  221.  [of  sinners.] 

2  They  were  left  in  wrath  to  perish  ; 
But  for  you  the  Savior  died ! 

O,  what  love  then  should  ye  cherish 
For  the  Suff'rer  crucified? 

JesuSj  Savior, 
Ye  should  love, — the  Crucified. 

3  But,  if  love  be  not  prevailing. 
Then  in  wrath  the  sinner  dies ! — 
At  the  judgment  unavailing 

)>       All  your  agony  and  cries ! 
O,  how  dreadful? 
Vain  your  agony  and  cries!  allen. 

221.  S    M.  Boylston.     Olaiutz, 
The  Sinner  ivarned* 

1  HOW  will  the  soul  abide 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heav'n,  in  ruin  wide, 
Astonish'd  flee  away  ? 

2  But,  ere  beneath  the  ground 
The  trump  shall  wake  the  dead, 

Hark !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread? 

3  Then  fear  not  pain  and  loss  ; 
His  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

mf  4  So  shall  ye  joyful  rise, 

When  the  last  day  shall  come  ; 

AVith  Christ  forever  in  the  skies 

Shall  be  your  happy  home  !        leavitt's  coll^ 

222.  8,  7  &  4.  Sicily.     Greenville. 
The  Sinner  warned. 

1  HEAR,  0  sinner!  mercy  hails  you, 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls  ; 
Listen,  ere  your  being  fails  you, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  ; 
Hear,  0  sinnerl 
mp      'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 


[of  sixxers.]         hymn  224.  477 

—  2  See!  the  storm  of  vengeance  breaking 
O'er  the  path,  you  dare  to  tread  ; 
Hear  the  awful  thunders  speaking 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head  ; 

Turn,  O  sinner! 
Lest  the  lightnings  strike  you  dead ! 

mp  3  Haste,  O  sinner!  Jesus  calls  you  ; 
Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Soon  approaching  death  appals  you. 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away: 

Haste,  0  sinner! 
You  must  perish,  if  you  stay.  reed. 

223.  C.  M.  Patmos.     Winter. 
Destruction  of  Sodom. 

1  WITH  radiant  beams  the  sun  arose 
On  Sodom's  fated  tow'rs  ; 

In  pleasure's  round,  and  false  repose 
They  spend  the  cheerful  hours. 

2  In  vain  God's  servant  pleads, — '^0  fly! 
Behold  destruction  near  I  " — 
^'Bewilder'd  prophet!  "  they  reply. 
And  ridicule  his  fear. 

3  But  sudden  o'er  the  trembling  ground 
The  heav'ns  tremendous  lower, 

And  streams  of  fire  and  brimstone  round 
In  torrents  downward  pour ! 

4  Sinners,  behold  ;  the  w^arning  take, 
And  heav'nly  joy  secure: 

>       How  can  ye  dwell  in  fiery  lake, 

Or  deathless  worm  endure?         haweis. 

224.  C.  M.  Martyrs,    Wantage. 
The  Sinner  teamed. 

mp  1  VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  ; 
Repent! — thy  end  is  nigh! 
Death  is  not  far, — it  may  be  near, — 
O,  think,  before  thou  die ! 

2  Reflect, — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  ; 
Thy  sins, — how  high  they  mount! 


478  HYMN   225.  [of  siNiNERs.]  i|  [ 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 

3  Death  enters, — and  there's  no  defence  ; — 
His  time  there's  none  can  tell: 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, — 
To  heav'nly  bliss, — or  hell ! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ; 
But,  ah !  destruction  stops  not  there  j — - 

p        Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb ! 

mf  5  To  day  the  gospel  calls  ;  to  day, 
Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you: 
Let  ev'ry  one  forsake  his  wayj 
And  mercy  will  ensue.  hart* 

225.  73.  Norwich.      Fairfax. 

Sinners  exhorted  to  repent. 
mp  1  HEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent! 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued  ; 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 

Cover'd  with  his  flowing  blood! — 
Sinful  soul,  what  has  thou  done.'' — 
Murder'd  God's  beloved  Son ! 

2  Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed. 

Drove  the  nails,  that  fix'd  Him  there, 
Crown'd  wuth  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierc'd  Him  wdth  a  soldier's  spear  ; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice: — 
For  a  sinful  world  He  dies ! 

3  Will  you  let  Him  die  in  vain  ? 

Still  refuse  the  proffer'd  good  ^ 
Open  tear  his  wounds  again, 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  .^ — ■- 
mf      No ! — with  all  my  sins  I'll  part! 
Savior  ! — take  my  broken  heart ! 

leavitt's  coll. 

22Q»  7s.  Norwich.     Broad  Street. 

Instant  Submission. 
1  WHY,  O  sinner,  wilt  Thou  die? 
Now  sweet  mercy  calls  to  thee. 


[of  sinners.]         hymn  228.  479 

Summons  to  the  bliss  on  high, 
Otiers  joys  immortal,  free! 

2  Turning  from  these  calls  thine  ear, 
Dost  thou  not, — with  trembling  awe, — 
Loud,  terrific  thunder  hear, — 

Voice  of  God's  most  holy  law? 

3  Canst  thou  meet  its  bolt  of  fire, 
Swift,  consuming,  as  it  smites? 
Flee  then,  flee  th'  avenging  ire 

Now,  while  mercy's  voice  invites!         allen. 

227.  7s.  Norwich,    Broad  Street. 
Instant  Submission. 

1  SINNER,  wilt  thou  still  delay, 
Still  refuse  thy  God  t'  obey? 
Sure  his  Law  condemns  thee  now: 
Sure  He  wears  an  angry  brow. 

2  Yet  his  Gospel  speaks  of  love. 
Points  to  Jesus,  thron'd  above, 

In  whose  blood, — the  Lamb  once  slain, — 
Thou  raayst  wash  thy  guilty  stain. 

3  Flee,  then,  flee,  while  mercy  calls, 
Ere  the  storm  of  vengeance  falls. 
Ere  the  Almighty's  glitt'ring  wrath 

Strike  thee  with  its  lightning-scath!        allen, 

228.  L.  M.  Uxbridge.    Windham, 
Immediate  Choice  of  God. 

I  FRAIL,  dying  man !  Choose  thou  this  day, 
Whom  thou  wilt  love  and  whom  obey: — 
Ere  there  shall  dawn  to-morrow's  light, 
len       Thine  eyes  may  close  in  death's  dark  night, 

—  2  Poor,  guilty  man!  Choose  thou  this  day, — 
While  grace  may  wash  thy  sins  away: — 
Would'st  thou  still  bear  the  guilty  stain? 
Shall  Jesus  call  to  thee  in  vain? 

3  Subject  of  God!  Choose  thou  this  day, — 
While  thunders  of  his  wrath  delay  : — 
Bend  thy  proud  will  to  his  command. 
Or  thou  in  judgment  canst  not  stand. 


480  HYMN  229.  [of  sinners.] 

4  Immortal  man  !  Choose  thou  this  day, — 
And  walk  in  Zion's  holy  way: — 
Would'st  thou  not  dwell  with  all  the  good. 
Where  pleasure  rolls  its  living  flood?     allen. 

229.  7s.  Rutland.    Turin, 
Instant  Acceptance  of  Mercy. 

1  DOES  the  pris'ner,  as  he  lies 

In  the  dungeon-darkness  deep. 
Need  entreaties  to  arise, 

And  from  bonds  to  freedom  leap? — 
Godless  man !  to  sin  a  thrall, 
Hear'st  thou  not  the  gospel  call  ? 

2  Does  the  wretch,  whose  drowning  cry 

Draws  the  needful  help  to  save, 
Turn  away,  when  aid  is  nigh. 

Sinking  down  in  wat'ry  grave  ? — • 
Godless  man  !  of  struggling  breath, 
Why  wilt  thou  go  down  to  death? 

3  Does  the  felon,  as  his  gaze 

Turns  on  dreadful  gallows-tree, 
Word  of  pardon, — in  his  maze, — 

Trample  under  foot,  though  free? — 
Godless  man !  shall  pard'ning  love 
Vainly  come  down  from  above?  allen. 

230.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.     Dover. 
Repent  or  you  will  die. 

1  YE  saw  the  scoffer's  pride. 
Ye  saw  his  scornful  eye. 

And  then  how  suddenly  he  died: — 
''Repent,  or  you  will  die!" 

2  The  old  man  of  the  world. 
Unmindful  of  the  sky, 

From  life  and  hope  is  quickly  hurled: — 
''Repent,  or  you  will  die !" 

3  The  youth,  a  morning  flower. 
Unfolding  beauteously, 

Is  cut  down  in  an  evil  hour: — 
"Repent,  or  you  will  die!" 


[of  sinners.]         hymn  232.  481 

4  The  toiler  on  the  ground, — 
No  treasure  sought  on  high, — 

U  swept  away,  and  no  where  found: — 
^'Repent,  or  you  will  die  !" 

5  Lo,  on  the  sick  bed  tost. 
The  dying  man  doth  cry, 
''Harvest  is  past,  and  I  am  lost!" — 
^'Repent,  or  you  will  die!"  allen. 

231.         (i.  lis.)  S,  M,  Boylston.     Watchman. 

^Yeglect  of  the  Gospel. 

1  THE  law  by  Moses  came. 
But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love 

Were  brought  by  Christ,  a  nobler  name. 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amidst  the  house  of  God 
Their  difPrent  works  were  done  ; 
Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ  a  faithful  Son. 

3  The  man,  who  durst  despise 
The  law,  by  Moses  given. 
Behold,  how  terribly  he  dies. 
Struck  by  avenging  heaven ! 

4  But  sorer  vengeance  falls 
On  that  rebellious  race. 

Who  hate  to  hear,  when  Jesus  calls, 

And  dare  resist  his  grace.  watts. 

232.         (i.  93  )  L.  M.  Uxbridge,    St.  Paul's. 

Christ  obeyed  or  resisted. 

1  THUS  saith  the  Wisdom  of  the  Lord, 

"Blest  is  the  man,  who  hears  my  word, 

Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates. 

And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  -'The  soul,  that  seeks  me,  shall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth  and  heav'nly  gain  ; 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 

Life  and  the  favor  of  the  Lord. 

3  "But  sinners,  who  mv  voice  despise, 
Shall  never  dw^ell  in  glorious  skies  ; 

41 


482  HYMN  233.  [of  sinners.] 

Fools,  who  against  my  grace  rebel, 

Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell."  watts. 

233.  S.  M.  Boylston.    Cornhill. 
JVow  is  the  accepted  Time. 

1  TH'  accepted  time  is  now, — 
And  now  salvation's  day  ; 

Come, — to  the  Savior's  sceptre  bow  ; 
Seek  mercy,  while  ye  may ! 

2  Th'  accepted  time  is  now, — 
Th'  atoning  blood  is  near  ; 
Tomorrow,  in  the  grave  laid  low. 
Your  guilt  no  fount  can  clear, 

3  Th'  accepted  time  is  now, — 
The  Spirit  strives  to-day  ; 

But,  if  He  meets  a  harden'd  brow, 
Ye  drive  Him  far  away. 

4  Th'  accepted  time  is  now, — 
God  speaks  to  day,  in  love  ; 

But  soon  stern  justice  strikes  the  blow. 
Which  conscience  will  approve. 

5  Th'  accepted  time  is  now, — 
And  heav'n  may  be  your  home  ; 

mp      Tomorrow^,  in  the  depth  of  wo, 

>       Despair  may  be  your  doom!  allen, 

234.  7.  &  6,  Amsterdam.     Maclay, 
Flight  of  Time. 

1  TIME  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, — 
A  journey  to  the  tomb: 
mp      Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 
Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms. 
All,  that's  mortal,  soon  shall  be 
Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

—  2  Time  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, — . 
A  journey  to  the  tomb: 


[of  sinxeks.]  hymn  ^36.  483 

mf       But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty,  soon,  above, 

Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus' love  !  burton. 

235.  L.  ^i-  Medway.     Wells. 
Importance  of  Time. 

mp  1  0  TIME,  how  few  thy  value  weigh? 
How  few  will  estimate  a  day? 
Days,  months,  and  years  are  rolling  on. 
The  soul  neglected, — and  undone. 
2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys 
Our  lite  its  precious  hours  destroys, 
While  death  stands  watching  at  our  side. 
Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 

—  3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 

Your  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place  ? 
Was  it  for  this  his  thoughts  designed 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind? 
mf  4  For  nobler  cares,  for  joys  sublime 
He  fashion'd  all  the  sons  of  time  ; 
Pilgrims  on  earth,  but  soon  to  be 
The  heirs  of  immortality. 

—  5  This  season  of  your  being,  know, 

Is  giv'n  to  you  your  seeds  to  sow  ; 
Wisdom's  and  folly's  difpring  grain 
In  future  worlds  is  bliss,  and  pain. 
6  Then,  careful,  ev'ry  day  review  ; 
Idle  or  busy,  search  it  through  ; 
And,  whilst  probation's  minutes  last, 
Let  ev'ry  day  amend  the  past.  scott.- 

236.  L.  ^I.  Duke  Street.    Wells, 
The  Time  is  short. 

1  THE  time  is  short !  How  many  die. 
Struck  by  an  arrow  from  the  sky  ? 
If  suchj  O  man,  may  be  thy  fate. 
Prepare  then,  ere  it  be  too  late. 

2  The  time  is  short!  Then,  sinner,  flee, 
Ere  sudden  vengeance  smiteth  thee ! 
Enter  the  ark  of  safety  now. 

Lest  soon  the  waters  o'er  thee  flow. 


484  HYMN  237.  [or  sinners.] 

3  The  time  is  short !  Then^  sinner,  haste. 
Let  not  thy  moments  run  to  waste  ; 
Flee  from  the  woes,  w^hich  long  endure, 
And  make   eternal  blessings  sure. 

4  The  time  is  short!  Then,  Christian,  pray. 
That  God  his  mercies  would  display  5 

O,  pray,  that  God  would  now  outpour 
His  Spirit's  renovating  power ! 

5  The  time  is  short!  Then,  Christian,  rise, — 
mf      By  strenuous  effort  seek  the  skies  ; 

Toil  now  for  Him,  who  came  to  save, 
mp      For  all  are  idlers  in  the  grave !  allen. 

237.  ^s.  Kimball.     Broad  Street. 
Danger  of  Delay. 

1  HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
Wisdom,  if  you  siill  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun. 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er. 
Ere  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner  to  return  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 

mp      Lest  perdition  thee  arrest. 

Ere  the  morrow  is  begun  !  episc.  coll. 

238.  C.  M.  Grafton,     CanUrbury. 
The  Alarm, 

mp  1  O,  STOP,  poor  sinner  ;  stop  and  think. 
Before  you  further  go : 
For  will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 
Of  everlasting  wo  ? 

5  O,  be  entreated  now  to  stop! — 
Unless  you  warning  take. 

Ere  you  shall  be  aware,  you  drop 
>       Into  the  burning  lake ! 


[of  sinners.]  hymn  239.  485 

—  3  0,  say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  law  disown? 
And  fear  you  not  his  iron  rod, 
Which  strikes  the  wicked  down  ? 

mp  4  O,  can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day. 
When  judgment  comes  with  ire, 
And  when  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 
As  wax  before  the  fii-e? 

—  5  As  yet  there  is  a  hope  for  you. 

That  you  may  mercy  taste : 
O,  give  the  Lord  the  homage  due, 
And  give  it  now  in  haste  ! 
6  It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died  ; 
Them  He  invites  to  come, 
And  none,  who  come,  shall  be  denied: — 
Come  now,  ''There  yet  is  room!"         newton. 

239.  L.   M.  Ipswich,      St,  Peters, 

To-Day. 

1  TO-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice; 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest, 

And  wuth  the  glorious  Jesus  rest? 

2  Will  you  be  sav'd  from  guilt  and  pain? 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign? 
Say,  will  you  to  mount  Zion  go  ? 

Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

3  Come,  blooming  youth,  for  ruin  bound. 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 

Come,  white^hair'd  man,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Behold !  He's  waiting  at  your  door  ; 
Make  now  your  choice  ;  0,  halt  no  more  ; 
Say,  sinners,  say  ;  what  will  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

mp  5  O,  must  we  bid  you  all  farewell? 

And  will  you  plunge  your  souls  in  hell? 

Lord,  hear  us  now,  while  still  we  pray. 

And  change  them,  ere  the  burning  day ! 
^—  6  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name. 

While  now  his  grace  remains  the  same, 
41* 


486  HYMN  240.  [of  sinners.] 

Say,  will  you  to  mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

leavitt's  coll. 

240.  8,  7&4.  Brest.    Greenville, 
Lost  and  saved* 

1  SINNERS!  hear  you  not  the  thunder. 
How  it  rolls  along  the  sky, — 
Striking  mortals'  ears  with  wonder — 

mp       ''Sure  the  guilty  soul  shall  die.^" 
Curse  declaring, — 
"Sure  the  guilty  soul  shall  die!" 

—  2  Flaming  darts  the  bolt  from  heaven, 
Smiting  sinners  to  the  dust: 
Then  they  sink,  to  ruin  driven, 
Crying,  sinking, — "Lost!  0,  lost!" 

Sad,  despairing, 
Saying  ever,  "Lost!  O,  lost!" 

3  Flee,  O  flee  this  doom,  so  wretched! 
p        Lo,  the  Savior,  on  the  tree 

In  his  agony  outstretched. 
Dies  for  thee  ;  for  thee  and  me : 

O,  amazing! 
Dies  for  thee ! — for  thee  and  me ! 

4  Claims  He  love,  and  rev'rence  awful.'* 
Canst  thou,  sinner,  these  decline.^ 
Come,  O  come,  say  now  most  joyful, 

mf      "Jesus,  Savior,  I  am  thineV^ 
Add,  while  praising, 
"Jesus,  Savior,  Thou  art  mine!"  allen. 

241.  C.  M.  Medfield,  Wantage. 
The  dying  Sinner, 

mp  1  O,  'T  IS  a  fearful  thing  to  die ! 
To  leave  this  mortal  state. 
Away  from  earthly  things  to  fly, 
And  meet  our  endless  fate. 

2  How  gloomy  on  his  dying  bed 
The  sinner  gazes  round ! 

On  him  no  cheerful  beams  are  shed. 
By  him  no  joy  is  found. 

3  When  ask'd,  if  any  light  doth  shine, — 
If  he  of  hope  can  tell ; 


[op  sinners. J  HYMN  245.  487 

mp       Dying,  he  gives  no  joyful  sign^ — 
No  sign,  that  all  is  well ! 

a£f  4  Lord,  let  me  know  a  spiritual  birth. 

And  taste  a  Savior's  love, 
mf      That,  joyful,  I  may  leave  the  earth, 

And  rise  to  Thee  above !  allen. 

24i2.         (i.  89.)  L,  M,        Winchester.    German  Hyrnn. 

Youth  and  Judgment. 

1  YE  sons  of  Adam,  young  and  vain, 
Though  love  of  pleasure  in  you  reign, 
And  mirthful  be  each  day  ;  yet  know. 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too ! 

2  Your  God  beholds  your  thoughts  and  words, 
His  book  your  secret  sins  records  ; 

The  w^orks  of  darkness,  you  have  done. 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

3  Almighty  God,  turn  oft  their  eyes 
From  earth's  alluring  vanities, 

mf      And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 

Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord!      watts. 

243.  (i.  91.)  L.  M.        Hanover.      Windham. 

Advice  to  Youth. 
1  NOW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 
Remember  your  Creator,  God  ; 
Behold,  the  months  come  hast'ning  on, 
When  thou  shalt  say,  ''My  joys  are  gone!" 

mp  2  Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes, 

Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  soul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Ascends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
>       But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

Aflf  4  Eternal  King!  I  fear  thy  name  ; 

Teach  me  to  know  how  w^eak  my  frame, 
And,  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 

mf      Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love !  watts  . 


488  HYMN  244.  [of  sinners. 

244.  S.  M.  Boylston.     Duubar. 

The  Sinner  awakened. 
Aff  1  TO.  Thee,  0  God,  I  call, 
In  this  distressing  hour  ; 
In  anguish  at  thy  feet  I  fall. 
And  plead  the  Savior's  power. 

2  My  sins,  0  God,  are  great, 
And  deep  my  guilty  stain  ; 

I  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate. 
Exposed  to  endless  pain. 

3  Death  threatens  all  around, 
From  which  I  cannot  flee  ; 

mp       No  help,  no  help,  0  God,  is  found. 

But  what  is  found  in  Thee ! 
' —  4  For  me  display  thy  power. 

And  make  my  pride  submit  ; 

Unlock,  unlock  this  prison  door, 

And  bring  me  from  the  pit. 

5  Give  me  immortal  light. 
And  save  my  soul  from  hell  • 
Or,  banish'd  to  eternal  nighty 
I  there  must  ever  dwell-. 

6  0,  help  me  with  thy  love, 
And  give  me  grace  divine  : 

My  guilt  and  darkness,  Lord,  remove. 
And  let  my  soul  be  thine !         h.  allike. 

24a.  8,  7  &  4.         Brest.    Greenville. 

Sinners  invited. 
1  SINNERS,  will  ye  scorn  the  kindness, 
Sho\Mi  to  you  from  heavm  above? 
Can  you  with  unthankful  blindness 
Disregard  a  Savior's  love? 
While  the  angels 
mt      Loud  extol  the  Savior's  love? 

' —  2  Lo,  for  you  God's  Son  descended. 
Laid  aside  his  heav'nly  form, 

As  a  servant,  unattended. 

Came  to  dwell  with  man,  a  worm! 

0,  amazing! 
Came  to  dwell  with  man,  a  worm! 


[OP  SIGNERS.]  HYMN  247.  489 

up  9  See,  for  you  the  Savior  wounded^ 
See  his  hands,  and  feet,   and  side 
Streaming  blood,  while  earth,  astounded. 
Trembles,  as  He  groan 'd  and  died! 
0,  amazing! 

p        Trembles,  as  He  groan'd  and  died ! 

—  4  Can  your  hearts  be  still  all  frozen, 

Though  the  Savior  died  for  you? 

Come,  0  come,  with  all  the  chosen. 

Take  the  crown,  held  up  to  view  ! 
mf  0,  how  wondrous  ! 

Sinners,  crown  of  life  for  you  !  alle>'. 

24^6.  es.  Alps. 

Siyiners  invited  to  Liberty. 
1  YE  sintul,  dying  thralls. 

In  chains  by  Satan  bound, 

To  you  the  Savior  calls, — 

0,  sweet,  and  joyful  sound! 
S  He  bids  you  to  arise 

From  dungeon's  cheerless  gloom, 
«f     And  gaze  upon  the  skies, 

Where  ye  may  have  your  home. 
S  He  bids  you  to  be  free 

From  guilty  fears  and  wo; 

The  joys  of  liberty 

Ye  all  through  Him  may  know, 
mp  4  Shall  Jesus  call  in  vain? 

And  will  you,  wretched,  wear, 

Fore'er  your  heavy  chain 

In  deep  and  dark  despair? 

5  Ye  sinful,  dying  thralls ! 
Blest  freedom  ye  may  know: 
To  you  the  Savior  calls, — 
0,  hear  Him, — love  Him  yow!         allen. 

^-^i,  6  &:  4,  Spiritual  Songs,    p.  114, 

Jesus  itiviting  Sinners. 
1   TO  you  the  Savior  calls. 
From  heav'n  above  ; 
To  you,  je  sinful  thralls, 
la  wondrous  love ! — 


490  HYMN  248.  [of  sinners.] 

mp  2  Why,  sinners,  will  ye  die, 
And  lose  your  souls  ? 
From  wave  of  vengeance  fly ! 
See  how  it  rolls! 

S  To  Jesus  hearken  now: 
Dare  not  delay, 
Lest  you  the  flood  overflow 
And  sweep  away !  allen. 

248.  6&4.  Spiritual  Songs,  p.  114, 
Jesus  inviting  Sinners- 

1  TO  DAY  the  Savior  calls! 
Ye  wand'rers,  come  ; 

O,  ye  benighted  souls. 
Why  longer  roam? 

2  To-day  the  Savior  calls  I 
O,  listen  now: 

Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow! 

3  To-day  the  Savior  calls ! 
For  refuge  fly  ; 

The  storm  of  vengeance  falls  ; 
Ruin  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day! 
Yield  to  his  pow'r: 

O,  grieve  Him  not  away  ; 

'Tis  mercy's  hour.  spiritual  songs. 

249.  8,  7&4.        Brest.     GreeoTille, 
Sinners  entreated  to  hear. 

1  SCORN",  0  sinners,  will  you  render 
For  the  message  from  above? — 
Ev'ry  sentence,  0  how  tender! 
Ev'iy  line  is  full  of  love ! 

Listen  to  it, 
Ev'ry  line  is  full  of  love! 

2  Zion's  heralds,  now  returning. 
News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, — 
'Tardon  to  each  rebel  mourning. 


[of  sixners..]       ^  HYMN  250.  491 

Free  forgiveness  in  his  name:" 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name ! 

3  Tempted  souls !  lo,  strength  they  proffer  ; 
Fearful  hearts !  they  quell  your  fears  ; 
Mourners !  they  sweet  comfort  offer. 
And  would  chase  the  failing  tears: 

Tender  heralds ! 
They  w^ould  chase  the  falling  tears. 

4  False  professors,  worldlings  dying. 
Callous  hearers  of  the  word ! 
While  the  messengers  are  crj^ing. 
Take  the  warnings,  they  afford ! 

We  entreat  you. 
Take  the  warnings,  they  afford ! 

5  O,  ye  angels,  round  us  hovering, 
Waiting  spirits !  speed  your  way. 
Hasten  to  yon  star-bright  covering, 
Tidings  bear  to  heavn'Iy  day, — 

''Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey!"       allej^'s  coll, 

250,  73=  Norwich.    Fairfax. 

Expostulation  with  Simiers- 

1  SINNERS,  turn  ;— why  will  ye  die.? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you,  why?— 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  Himself  to  live: 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
Christ,  your  Savior,  asks  you,  why? 
Will  you  let  Him  die  in  vain? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  wiO  ye  die ! 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you,  why? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love. 

4  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? — 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 

Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die?  montg.coll. 


492  HYMN  251.  [of  sinners.] 

251.  CM.         Tremont.    Sp.  Songs,  p.l20. 
The  Binner  invited  to  return. 

p     1  RETURN,  0  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
<::f      Thy  Father  calls  for  thee  ; 

>  No  longer  now  an  exile  roam, 

>  In  guilt  and  misery  ; 
p  R.eturn,  return ! 

p     2  Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
<:f      'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  Thee: 

—  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say, — come: 
p         O,  now  for  refuge  flee: 

Return,  return! 

3  Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 

—  'Tis  madness  to  delay: 

p         There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb. 
And  brief  is  mercy's  day: 

Return,  return!         spiritual  songs. 

252.  7s.  Norwich.    Broad  Street. 
Turn  ye. 

1  SOLEMN  is  the  message  sent 
From  Jehovah  in  the  sky, — 
p         ''Sinful  men,  repent,  repent! 
Turn  ye,  sinners,  lest  ye  die  !" 

mf  2  Joyful  do  the  tidings  flow, — 

''Jesus  now  doth  reign  on  high, 

Free  salvation  to  bestow  ; 
mp      Turn  ye,  sinners,  lest  ye  die !" 

S  Shall  the  Savior  plead  in  vain  ? 
Will  ye  Him,  who  bled,  deny. 
Bearing  still  your  guilty  stain? 
"Turn  ye,  sinners,  lest  ye  die!" 

4  He  may  come,  your  hopes  to  blight, 
Swift  as  arrow  in  the  sky. 

And  as  thief  in  darksome  night: 
"Turn  ye,  sinners,  lest  ye  die!" 

mf  5  He  will  come,  the  Judge  of  all ; 
mp      Then  the  unreclaim'd  will  cry. 
And  for  help  in  vain  will  call: 
p         "Turn  ye,  sinners,  lest  ye  die !         allen. 


[of  si.nners.]  hymn  255.  493 

253  5  &  6,  or  10  &  11.         Lyony,    St.  Michaels, 

Good  JWws  to  Sinners- 
1   COME,  sinners,  attend. 
Glad  tidings  we  l)ring 
From  Jesus,  your  friend. 
From  Jesus,  the  King  ; 
For  sin  He  atoned, 
And  ye  may  now  live  ; 
On  high  He's  enthroned, 
Salvation  to  give ! 

mp  2  Though  now  ye  may  smite 

In  anguish  your  breast  ; 
mf      Yet  Jesus  gives  light. 

In  Him  there  is  rest  ; 

And  he,  that  believeth, 

And  lovetli  the  Son, 

Forgiveness  receiveth, 

And  heav'n  hath  won!  allen. 

254*.  S.  iM.  Olmutz.     St.  Thomas. 

Invitation  to  Sinners. 
1  SINNERS,  you're  in  the  path, 
That  leads  to  dark  abyss: 
mp      O,  flee  from  God's  o'erwhelming  wrath, 
mf      And  seek  the  heav'nly  bliss. 

—  2  We  too  once  went  astray 

And  wander'd  from  our  God : 
mf      Come,  walk  with  us  the  upward  way. 

That  leads  to  blest  abode  ! 

3  We'll  do  you  good,  O  friends! 
Come  ye  with  us,  O  come  ; — 
Then,  when  our  toilsome  journey  ends. 
The  same  shall  be  our  home  !         allen. 

255.  L.  M.         Hebron.     Miss.  Chant. 

Christknocking  at  the  Door  of  the  Heart.  Rev.  3. 

mp  1   BEHOLD,  a  stranger  at  the  door! 

He  gently  knocks  ;  has  knock'd  before  5 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still  ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
42 


494  HYMN  256.  [of  sinners.] 

—  2  But  will  He  prove  a  friend  indeed? 

He  will  ; — the  very  friend,  you  need  ; 
The  man  of  Nazareth, — 'tis  He! 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary! 

p     S  O,  lovely  attitude !  He  stands, 

With  melting  heart  and  laden  hands: 
O,  matchless  kindness !  And  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 

f     4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine. 
Turn  out  his  enemy,  and  thine, — 
That  hateful,  hell-born  monster, — sin, — 
And  let  the  heav'nly  stranger  in. 

—  5  If  thou  art  poor, — and  poor  thou  art, — 

Lo !  He  hath  riches  to  impart ; 

Not  wealth,  in  which  mean  av'rice  rolls  5 

O,  nobler  far, — the  wealth  of  souls ! 

mp  6  Art  thou  a  w^eeper?  Grief  shall  fly. 
For  who  can  weep  with  Jesus  by? 
No  terror  shall  thy  hopes  annoy, — 
No  tear,  except  the  tear  of  joy ! 

7  Admit  Him,  ere  his  anger  burn, 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  Him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand. 
When  at  his  door  denied  you'll  stand!     grigg. 

256.  8,  7  .^  4.  Greece.  Greenville^ 

Sinners  invited, 
mp  1  SINNERS !  lo,  the  message  tender 
Comes  to  you  from  heav'n  above! 
Now  your  hearts  to  Jesus  render, 
He  is  worthy  of  your  love  ; 

JesuSj  Savior! 
He  is  worthy  of  your  love ! 

2  See  Him  on  the  cross  outstretched ; 
'Twas  for  you  He  bled  and  died ! 
'Twas  for  you,  deprav'd  and  wretched. 
Blood  outgushes  from  his  side : 

Lo,  for  sinners 
Jesus  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died! 


[of  sinners.]  hymn  253.  496 

—  3  Now  the  grace,  that  sin  forgiveth, 
In  the  gospel  is  announced  ; — 
^'He,  that  loves  the  Savior,  liveth  ; 
Pardon'd  shall  he  be  pronounced!" 

Yes,  ye  sinners, 
Free  forgiveness  is  announced. 

mf  4  Come,  then,  now,  for  mercy  calleth, 

Stay  not  till  tomorrow's  light  ; 
mp      Ere  the  evening's  curtain  falleth, 
>       Ye  may  sink  in  endless  night: 
mf  O,  come  quickly. 

Come  and  dwell  in  heav'n's  own  light!   illen. 

257.  L-  M.  Hebron.    Duke  Street. 
Sinners  invited  to  Christ. 

1  COME,  now,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restored: 

His  profFer'd  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace: — 

2  A  pardon,  written  with  his  blood, 
The  favor  and  the  peace  of  God  ; 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense. 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence : 

mp  3  The  godly  fear,  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart  ; 
The  tears,  that  tell  your  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
The  sighs,  that  waft  your  souls  to  heav'n  : 

4  The  guiltless  shame,  the  svreet  distress, 
Th'  unutterable  tenderness  ; 

The  genuine,  meek  humility ; 

The  wonder,  ''why  such  love  to  me !" 

5  Th'  o'erwhelming  pow'r  of  saving  grace, 
The  sight,  that  veils  the  seraph's  face  ; 
The  speechless  awe,  that  dares  not  move, 

pp      And  all  the  silent  heav'n  of  love ! 

Wesley's  coll. 

258,  7s.  Pleyel's  H.    Broad  Street. 
Prisoners  called  to  Liberty, 

1  PRIS'NERS!  Jesus  now  doth  call  ; 
He  gives  freedom  to  the  thrall ; 


496  HYMN  259.  [of  sinners.] 

He  invites  you  to  be  free  ; 
He  bestows  sweet  liberty ! 

2  Why,  ye  prisoners,  as  ye  sigh, 
Will  ye  choose  in  gloom  to  die  ? 
Do  ye  wish  your  chains  to  keep? 

>  Do  ye  love  your  dungeon  deep? 

—  3  Hearken  now  to  mercy's  calls. 

Ye,  who  now  are  Satan's  thralls: 
mf      Quick  your  fetters  cast  away  ; 

Come  out  quickly,  while  you  may ! 

mp  4  Lest  perchance  the  penal  hour 

Meets  you  with  avenging  power  ; 
Lest  stern  justice  find  you  there, 

>  And  you  perish  in  despair !  allen, 

259.  C.  M.  Litchfield,     St.  James, 
God  our  Hiding- P la ce>         Ps.  32. 

1  WHEN  gloomy  clouds  spread  o'er  the  sky, 
And  darkness  thickens  round, 

Sudden  the  forked  lightnings  fly, 
Loud  thunders  rock  the  ground : 

2  But  louder  thunders  o'er  my  head 
My  heart  with  terror  fill  ; 

mp      And  storms  of  wrath  divine  I  dread, 
Which  soul  and  body  kill ! 

mf  3  See,  on  the  whirlwind's  rapid  wing 

The  King  of  terrors  ride. 

And  with  Him  desolation  bring! 
mp      Myself  where  can  I  hide  ? 

4  ^'Haste,  sinner!  haste,"  the  Savior  cried, 
"Behold  my  wounded  form! 
The  cleft  of  my  deep-pierced  side 
Shall  hide  thee  from  the  storm!"         haweis, 

260,  (ii.  150.)         C,  M.  Grafton.     Wantage. 

The  Deeeitfulness  of  Sin. 
1  SIN  has  a  thousand  treach'rous  arts 
To  practice  on  the  mind  ; 
With  flatt'ring  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 


[of  sinners.]  hymn  262.  497 

2  She  pleads  for  all  the  jovs,  she  brings. 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 
But  cheats  the  soul  of  heav'nly  things. 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 

S  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 
Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poison  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood.  watts. 

261.  (i.  115.)  CM.  LondoD.     Dundee. 

Conviction  by  the  Law. 

1  LORD,  once  my  eyes  no  danger  saw, 
IMy  conscience  felt  no  dread! 

I  was  alive  without  the  law, 
And  thought,  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright: 
But,  since  the  precept  came 

"With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
I  find,  how  vile  I  am ! 

3  I'm  like  a  helpless  captive,  sold 
Under  the  pow'r  of  sin  ; 

I  cannot  do  the  good,  I  would. 
Nor  keep  all  pure  within. 

4  Thy  law  seems  now  most  just  and  good, 
And  all  my  hopes  are  slain  ; 

O  for  some  purifying  flood 
To  wash  away  my  stain ! 

aff  5  My  God !  I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath 
For  thy  kind  pow-r  to  save. 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave  !  watts. 

262.  7s.  Pleyel's  H.   Broad  Street. 
Conviction  by  the  Law. 

1  LORD,  my  conscience  once  was  calm  ; 
Naught  I  fear'd  of  penal  harm  ; 

But  thy  law  has  come  with  light.  . 
Op'ning  all  my  guilt  to  sight. 

2  Now  sin's  mountain  height  1  see, 
Now  mv  heart's  enormifv  ; 

42* 


498  HYMN  263.  [of  sinners.] 

Blasted  are  my  hopes  most  vain, 
All  my  tovv'riiig  pride  is  slain. 

Aff  3  Lord,  have  mercy  on  the  slave! 

Shew  me,  Lord,  thy  pow'r  to  save! 

Break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  hell  ; 

Bring  me.  Lord,  in  heav'n  to  dwell !         allen. 

<<^Ut3*  C  M.  London.     Dundee, 

Sinner  resolving  to  go  to  Christ. 

1  COME,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd. 
And  make  this  last  resolve : — 

2  '^'11  go  to  Jesus  ;  at  his  throne 
My  sins  I  will  deplore  ; 

mp      I'll  tell  Him,  I'm  a  wretch  undone. 
Without  his  saving  power. 

3  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 
Perhaps  He  may  command  my  touch, — 

mf      And  then  the  suppliant  lives! 

—  4  "I  can  but  perish,  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  tr}^  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know, 
>       I  must  forever  die !" — 

—  5  1  see  thee  go  ;  I  hear  thee  say, 

"Forgive,  and  save, — O  King!" — 
I  see  his  sceptre's  gentle  sway ! — 
f         O,  sinner,  live,  and  sing!  e.  jones. 

264,  7s.  Kimball.     Pilgrim. 

The  Sinner  joining  the  People  of  God, 

1  PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 
Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found: 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns. 
Turns  a  fugitive  unblest  ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
O,  receive  me  into  rest. 


[op  sinners.]  hymn  2G6.  499 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloudj  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
AVhere  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 

4  Mine  the  God,  whom  you  adore. 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Ev'ry  idol  I  resign. 

5  Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 
Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp,  or  power  ; 
Welcome  poverty  and  cross. 
Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour: 

6  '^Follow  me"  ; — I  know  thy  voice  ; 
aff      Jesus,  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see  ; 

Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, — 

Light  thy  burden  now  to  me !         Montgomery. 

265.  (i.  101.)  L.M,  Sterling.    Ellenthorpe 
Joy  in  Heaven  for  a  rejpenting  Sinner. 

mp  1  WHO  can  describe  the  joj's,  that  rise 
Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 
To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born.'^ 

—  2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 
The  Sox  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 

The  holy  soul,  He  formed  anew  ; 

mf      And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 

The  growing  empire  of  their  King.         watts. 

266.  L,  M.  Ellenthorpe.    Duke  street. 
Joy  in  Heaven.    Luke.  15.  10. 

mf  1  HEARD  ye  not  ring  a  shout  of  joy 
Through  all  the  arches  of  the  sky.'* 
It  was  a  rapt'rous  song  of  praise. 
Which  angels  in  God's  presence  raise. 

2  But  why  this  joy,  this  shout,  this  song, 
Swelling  from  all  the  heav'nly  throng.^ — 


b 


600  HYMN  267.  [of  sinners.] 

mp      Because  the  stubborn  heart  relents  ; 
Because  the  sinful  man  repents ! 

jnf  3  Because  God's  grace  and  pow'r  divine 
In  soul  renew'd  most  glorious  shine  ; 

—  Because  the  wretch,  condemn 'd  to  die, 

Flees  from  the  coming  misery: — 

4  Because  in  purifying  flood 

The  soul  is  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 

And  tastes  the  bliss  of  pardon'd  sin, 

mf      And  gains  the  crown,  which  faith  can  win. 

ALLEN. 

J26l.  7s.         Nuremburg.     Redeeming  Love. 

Joy  in  Heaven. 
1  THERE  was  joy,  great  joy  in  heaven. 
When  this  goodly  world  to  frame 
Jesus  in  his  glory  came  ; 
mf  Shouts  of  joy  were  heard  on  high. 

And  the  stars  sang  from  the  sky, 
"Glory  unto  God  in  heaven." 

•^-  S  There  was  joy,  great  joy  in  heaven, 
When  of  love  the  midnight  beam 
Dawn'd  on  th'  tow'rs  of  Bethlehem  ; 
And  along  the  echoing  hill 

mp  Angels  sang, — '"'On  earth  goodwill. 

Glory  unto  God  in  heaven." 

—  3  There  is  joy,  great  joy  in  heaven. 

When  the  sheep,  that  w^ent  astray, 
Turns  again  to  virtue's  way  ; — 
When  the  soul,  by  grace  subdued. 
Sobs  its  pray'r  of  gratitude, 
mf     Then  there's  joy,  great  joy  in  heaven !     hebe 

J268.  S.M.         Peutonville.     Olmutz. 

The  lost  Child. 
[The  fact  referred  to  occurred  Dear  Sackett's  Harbor.] 
1  THE  anxious  search  was  vain 
The  wilder 'd  child  to  find  ; 
But  pity  call'd  them  out  again, — 
The  neighbors  crood  and  kind. 


OP  CHRISTIANS.]     HYMN  269.  501 

2  In  far-strecth'd  rank  they  spread, 
Wisely  their  toils  conibiii'd, — 
With  law,  ''A  single  horn,  if  dead  ; 
Alive,  a  double  wind." 

3  "Hark!"— as  the  father  lies, 
With  ear  close  to  the  ground, 

He  to  the  weeping  mother  cries, — 
p        "Alas!  the  single  sound!" 

f     4  "Oh,  no!  it  rings  once  more! 
<       Horn,  gun,  and  shout  resound!— 
mp      O  God  !  we  praise  Thee  and  adore ! — 
Our  child  alive  is  found!'* 

—  5  So  when  the  wilder'd  soul 

To  God  is  reconciPd, 
mf     Through  heav'n's  wide  arch  the  shouts  do  roll 

For  lost,  recover'd  child!  all  en. 


OF  CHRISTIANS. 


269.  C.  M.         St.  Ann's.     Archdale. 

Covenant  with  God. 
I  O,  HAPPY  day,  that  fix/d  my  choice, 
On  Thee,  nly  Savior  God! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice. 
And  tell  its  joys  abroad. 

mp  2  ^Tis  done  ;  the  great  transaction's  done; 

I'm  his, — the  Lord  is  mine ! 
mf       In  conflict  I've  the  vict'ry  won 

Through  his  kind  pow'r  divine ! 

' —  3  Now  rest,  my  long  divided  heart,— 

Fix'd  on  this  centre,  rest ; 
mp      Ah,  who  would  grudge  with  earth  to  part, 

In  heav'n  to  be  most  blest? 

iiff  4  My  God,  who  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  shall  daily  hear. 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow. 
And  bless  a  bond  so  dear!         doddridge. 


502  HYMN  270.       [of  christians.] 

270.  L.  M.  Uxbridge.     Newcourt. 
Dedication  to  God. 

aff  1   LORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 

Purchased  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be. 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 

A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thee  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all  ; 
Lord,  let  me  live  and  die  to  Thee; 

Be  thine  through  all  eternity!  davies. 

271.  (ii.  10.)  CM.         Colchester.    Archdale. 

Parting  with  earthly  Joys- 

1  MY  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight 
And  bids  the  world  farewell ! 
Farewell,  illusions  gay  and  bright, 
But  leading  down  to  hell ! 

2  No  longer  will  I  ask  your  love. 
Nor  seek  your  friendship  more  ; 
The  happiness,  that  I  approve. 
Lies  not  within  your  power. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  spacious  earth, 
That  suits  my  large  desire  ; 

mf      To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth 
My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

4  Where  pleasure  rolls  its  living  flood. 
From  sin  and  dross  refined. 
Still  springing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

—  5  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  way  ; 
mp      There  sits  my  Savior,  cloth'd  in  love  ; 
»f      There  beams  eternal  day  !  watts. 


i 


[of  christians.]     hymn  273.  50S 

272.  (ii.  n.)  L,  M,  Luz.  Nazareth, 

Parting  with  earthly  Joys- 

1  I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away! 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, — 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea. 
And  empty,  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 
And,  whilst  I  listen 'd  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  well-nigh  borne  me  there ! 

Aff  3  Thy  matchless  grace  I,  Lord,  adore. 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss. 
That  sav'd  me  from  the  treach'rous  shore. 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

mf  4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes: 
O,  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 

5  There,  from  thy  heav'nly  throne,  0  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll  ; 
—       There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 

And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul.         watts. 

273.  C.  M.  Blackburn.     Wantage. 
Repentance^ 

1  HOW  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word! 

2  Yetsov'reign  mercy  calls, — ''Return!" 
Aff      Dear  Lord !  and  may  I  come.'* 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn: 
0,  take  the  wand'rer  home  ! 

3  And  canst  Thou, — wilt  Thou  yet  forgive,, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 

And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love? 

mf  4  Almighty  grace !  thy  healing  power, 
How  glorious, — how  divine, — 


504  HYMN  274.       [of  christians.] 

That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
>       So  vile  a  heart,  as  mine ! 

Aff  5  Thy  pard'ning  love, — so  free, — so  sweet, — 
Dear  Savior,  I  adore ! 
O.  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more !  Steele. 

274.  (ii.74.)         S.M.         Boxford.     Aylesburj'. 
Ingratitude  to  God  deplored, 

1  IS  this  the  kind  return? 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe? 
Thus  Love,  eternal  Love  to  spurn, 
^\'hence  all  our  blessings  flow? 

2  On  us  God  bids  the  sun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 

For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

S  The  brutes  their  God  obey. 

And  bow  to  men  their  necks  ; 

Bat  man,  more  brutish  far,  than  they, 

His  easy  reign  rejects. 

Aff  4  Turn, — turn  us, — God  of  love. 
And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ! 
O,  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh ! 

5  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 

And  with  thy  mercy's  ceaseless  flood 

Let  hourly  thanks  arise  I  watts. 

275.  L,  M.  Medway.     Windham. 

Penitence- 
mp  1  ALLL'R'D  by  pleasure's  flatt'ring  tongue. 
My  heart  with  anguish  oft  is  wrung  ; 
I  mourn  the  change,  which  sin  has  wrought, 
But,  ah!  I  mourn  not,  as  I  ought. 

2  Again  the  vile  enchantress  smiles, 
Again  ensnares  me  by  her  wiles  ; 
Sin's  thorny  path  again  I  tread, 
And  find,  if  leads  but  to  the  dead. 


[OP  CHRISTIANS.]     HYMN  277.  505 

Aff  3  Save  me,  Lord  Jesus,  from  my  sin, 
And  heal  this  leprosy  within  ; 
Cause  the  repenting  tears  to  flow, 
And  snatch  me  from  eternal  wo ! 

4  If  still  unhum])led5  cast  me  down  ; 
Let  all  my  pride  be  overthrown : 
If  humbled,  O  let  peace  descend. 
And  all  my  doubts  and  anguish  end!       allen^ 

276.  S.  M»  Lathrop.    OlmuU, 
Penitence. 

mp  1  SEEST  thou  that  glist'ning  eye. 
From  which  the  tear  doth  roll? 
Or  dost  thou  hear  that  broken  sigh, 
Outbursting  from  the  soul? 

—  2  Blest  is  that  tear:— 'tis  bright, 
As  glitt'ring  diamond-gem. 
Reflecting  quick  the  vivid  light, 
In  monarch's  diadem, 

3  Blest  is  that  sigh: — ^tis  heard 
By  Him,  enthron'd  on  high, 
Who  quickly  sends  his  peaceful  word 
To  bring  salvation  nigh. 

aff  4  Lord,  we  have  need  to  weep, 
And  need  our  breast  to  smite! 
mp      O,  give  us  all  contrition  deep, — 
mf      Then  beav'n's  most  cheering  light!         allen. 

277.  C.  M.  Grafton,     Elgin, 
Penitence, 

Aff  1  THINE  eye,  intent  on  all  my  ways, 
Has  seen,  0  Lord,  my  sin. 
The  hourly  follies  of  my  days, 
And  all  the  guilt  within. 

2  This  heart  of  mine  is  hard  and  cold, 
Of  most  oppressive  weight  ; 

O,  for  the  grace,  uubought  with  gold, 
To  change  my  wretched  state ! 

3  With  Thee,  O  Lord,  is  matchless  might, 
And  matchless  mercy  too  ; 

43 


506  HYMN  278.       [of  christians.] 

Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
Which  hide  Thee  from  my  view. 

4  Disclose  the  riches  of  thy  love 

To  me.  most  poor  and  vile  ; 

mf      Then  shall  I  hope  for  joys  above. 

And  serve  Thee  without  guile  !  allen. 

278.  (ii.105.)  CM.        Eastport.     Marlow. 
Repentance  from  the   View  of  God^s   Goodness- 

Minor, 
mp  1  AND  live  we,  wretches,  yet  and  move  ? 
And  do  we  yet  rebel.'' 
Major. 
• —  2  'T  is  boundless, — 't  is  amazing  love. 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

Minor. 
mp  2  Our  weighty  guilt  would  sink  us  low, 
Down  to  the  penal  flames  ; 
And  vengeance  aims  the  dreadful  blow, 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

Major. 

—  3  Almighty  goodness  cries, — ''Forbear!'* 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays : — 

Minor. 

mp      And  shall  we  still  his  vengeance  dare. 

And  weaiy  out  his  grace  .^ 

Major. 
mf  4  No  more  shall  sinful  lust  command. 
No  more  will  we  obey : 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu-ring  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away.  watts. 

279.  CM.  Medfield.     York. 
The  Penitent.     Luke  7. 

1  ASHx\M'D  to  lift  her  streaming  eyes 
His  holy  glance  to  meet, 

She  pour'd  her  costly  sacrifice 
Upon  the  Savior's  feet. 

2  Oppress'd  by  sin,  by  fear  abashed, 
And  sinking  in  despair, 


[of  CHRISTIANS.]      HYMN  281.  607 

With  tears  his  sacred  feet  she  washed, 
And  wip'd  them  with  her  hair. 

mf  3  ''Depart  in  peace,"  the  Savior  said, 

'*Thy  .<iiis  are  all  forgiven  !'' 
mp      The  tremblino:  sinner  rais'd  her  head 

In  peaceful  hope  of  heaven!    nettleton's  col. 

280.  (ii.  106,)  C,  M.  Bangor.    Wantage. 

Repeiitance  at  the  Cross. 
mp  1   O,  IF  my  soul  was  form'd  for  wo, 
How  would  I  vent  my  sighs, 
Repentance  should,  like  rivers,  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins  the  Lord  of  life 
Hung  on  the  cursed  tree  ; 
For  diem  He  bore  the  bitter  strife, 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee ! 

S  O,  how  I  hate  these  lusts  of  mine, 
Which  Jesus  crucified, — 
The  sins,  that  naii'd  his  hands  divine, 
And  pierced  his  sacred  side ! 

raf  4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die ! 

My  heart  has  so  decreed: 
aff      O,  send  thy  Spirit  from  on  high 

To  make  me  thine  indeed !  watts. 

281.  L-  M.  Belville.   Eaton. 
Meditation  on  the  Cross- 

1  MY  soul,  inspired  with  holy  flame, 
Review  with  most  regardful  eye 
That  cross,  whence  thy  salvation  came. 

On  which  the  Lord  for  thee  did  die  ; 
For  in  that  object  is  delight, — 
mf      In  Jesus  heav'nly  glory  bright! 

aff  2  To  Thee,  0  Lord,  I  lift  my  eyes, 

I  stretch  my  hands  to  Thee  above  ; 

My  heart  presents  its  sacrilice. 
Its  humble  gratefulness  and  love  ; 

To  Thee  myself  and  all  I  give  ; 

To  Thee  I  die!  to  Thee  I  live!     raleigh. 


608  HYMN  282.     [of  christians.] 

282.  8&7.  Wilmot,    Blue  Town, 
Forgivejiess. 

mp  1  SWEET,  as  angels'  notes  in  heaven, 
When  to  golden  harps  they  sound. 
Is  the  voice  of  sins  forgiven, 
To  the  soul,  by  Satan  bound! 

2  "Sinner"!  Jesus  said, — "I've  lov'dthee 
With  an  everlasting  love  ; 
Justice  has  in  Me  approv'd  thee  ; 
Thou  shalt  dwell  with  Me  above !" 

8  Sweet,  as  angels'  harps  in  glory, 
Was  that  heav'nly  voice  to  me. 
When  I  saw  my  Lord  before  me 
Bleed  and  die  to  set  me  free ! 

m{  4  Saints !  attend  with  holy  wonder ! 
Sinners !  hear  and  sing  his  praise ! 
'Tis  the  God,  that  holds  the  thunder. 
Shows  himself  the  God  of  grace!        swain* 

283.  (i.  9-)  C.  M.  Spencer.    Miller. 

Proffered  Mercy, 

1  IN  vain  our  transient  life  we  waste 
To  gather  empty  wind  ; 

The  choicest  blessings,  which  we  taste, 
Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 

2  Come^  and  the  Lord  shall  well  supply 
Our  souls  with  heav'nly  meat, 
With  such,  as  saints  can  satisfy. 
With  such,  as  angels  eat  I 

3  Come,  and  He'll  pity  from  his  throne, 
And  w^ash  our  guilty  stains 

mp      In  the  dear  fountain,  that  his  Son 
>       Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

—  4  Our  heart,  more  hard  than  flinty  rock. 

Which  terrors  cannot  move, 
And  can  at  awful  threat'nings  mock, 
mp      Shall  be  dissolved  by  love, 

—  5  Then  shall  his  Spirit  dwell  within, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law. 


[OP  CHRISTIANS.]      HYMN  285.  509 

And,  breaking  all  the  pow'r  of  sin, 

To  swih  obedience  draw.  watts. 

2S-i.  ^'  ^^'  Downs,     Arlington. 

Gospel  Invitation. 

1  LET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend. 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 

The  gospel  doth  its  message  send, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  ''Ho,  ye,  who,  hungering  after  joys, 
Feed  only  on  the  wind, 

And  vainly  strive  with  cailhly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind ! — 

3  ''Eternal  wisdom  hath  outspread 
A  soul-reviving  feast: 

Ye  all  may  tasite  the  heav'nly  bread. 
The  highest  and  the  least. 

4  "Ho,  ye,  who  pant  for  living  streams 
>       And  pine  away  and  die  ! 

mf      Lo,  here  the  living  fount  outgleamsl 
Lo,  springs  that  never  dry  I 

5  "The  streams  of  mercy  and  of  love 
Here  swell  and  overflow  ; 
Salvation  in  yon  heav'n  above 

Y'our  dying  souls  may  know!*'         watts. 

285.  C.  M.        Peterborough.     Tolland, 

Forgiveness- 
1   0  GOD,  my  sins  are  manifold, 
Against  my  life  they  cry  ; 
Thy  records  all  my  guilt  unfold  ; 
Condemn'd,  my  hopes  all  die  ; 
AVilt  thou  my  trembling  soul  release, 
That  to  despair  is  driven.^ 
mp      "Forgive,'' — outcries  a  voice  of  peace, 
"And  thon  shalt  be  forgiven." 

—  2  My  foemen,  Lord!  are  fell  and  fierce, 
They  spurn  me  in  their  pride  ; 
My  soul  with  ridicule  they  pierce, 
My  patience  they  deride. 
43* 


610  HYMN  286.      [of  christians.] 

Arise,  0  King !  and  be  the  proud 
To  righteous  ruin  driven  ; 
mp      '^Forgive." — was  heard  from  awful  cloud, 
"As  thouwould'st  be  forgiven." 

-^  3  Sev'n  times  my  pard'ning  love  they  knowj 

Sev'n  times  they  sin  again, 

I'hey  practise  still  to  work  me  wo, 

They  triumph  in  my  pain  ; 

But  on  them  shall  my  vengeance  break, 

To  just  resentment  driven  I 
mp      '^Forgive  !" — the  voice  of  thunder  spake,— 

"Or  never  be  forgiven!*  heber. 

286*  C.  M.  Tremonl.     Kendall. 

Free  Pardon. 
1  RETURN,  O  wanderer!  now  return^ 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face ! 
Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn^ 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace i 

9  Return,  O  wanderer  !  now  return ! 
He  hears  thy  humble  sigh; 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

8  Return,  O  wanderer!  now^  return  j 
Thy  Savior  bids  thee  live : 
Go  to  his  feet, — andj  grateful,  learn 
How  freely  He'll  forgive  ! 

4  Return,  O  wanderer!  now  return, 
And  wipe  the  falling  tear: 
Thy  Father  calls  ;  no  longer  mourn! 
*Tis  love  invites  thee  near!  collyer* 

287»  L*  M.  Hebron.    Alfieton. 

The  Female  Convert. 

1  AS  truth  reproves  her  worldly  heart, 
Seest  thou  her  cold  and  scornful  eye  ? 
To  heav'nly  hopes  it  says, — "Departj 
I  ask  not  for  the  joys  on  high!" 

2  Alas,  the  images  of  good, 

Which  fill  that  eye,  are  forms  of  earth, — 


[OF  CHRISTIANS.]        HYMN  288.  511 

Illusive  shapes  of  fancy's  brood, — 
The  pride  of  life,  and  transient  mirth. 

3  But  grace,  rich  irrace  her  soul  renews. 
And  cheers  with  bliss  of  holy  love  \ 
mp      And  now  a  contrite  tear  bedews 

That  eye,  turn'd  meekly  up  above. 

—  4  No  pearl  from  Ceylon's  gem-pav'd  sea^ 

Nor  diamond  from  Golconda's  shore, 
Doth  shine  so  pure  and  beauteously, 
As  tearful  eye, — that  scorns  no  more  ! 

mf  5  What  glorious  images  now  press. 

And  crowd  within  th'  enraptur'd  eye?— * 
Visions  of  truth  and  holiness, 
And  heaven's  illimitable  joy? 

—  6  And  on  that  eye  shall  darkness  rest? 

Yes,  for  a  while  ;  as  diamond's  ray 
May  slumber  in  the  mine  unblest, — ' 
Its  grave, — until  it  finds  the  day. 

7  But  sleeping  eye,  when  final  morn 
mf      The  dead  shall  wake,  will  kindle  bright, 
And  gleam,  like  gem  from  darkness  torn, 
Reflecting  Christ's  eternal  light!         allen. 

288.         Cv-  ^"0  L-  ^^'         Winchester.    Nantwich. 

God  dwelling  with  the  Humble. 

1  THUS  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
'^I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne  • 

My  name  is  God  ;  I  dwell  on  high. 
Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

2  ^'But  I  descend  to  worlds  below ; 
On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too  ; 
The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  ^'The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live. 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts,  I  find. 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind." 

Aff  4  0,  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair,  and  die ! 


512  HYMN  289.        [op  christians.] 

Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve 

The  methods  of  thy  chast*ning  love,     watts. 

289.  L.  M.  Hebron.     Quito. 

Chist's  regard  to  the  Humble.     Mat.  12. 

1  WHEN  conscience  to  the  heart  within 
Reveals  the  penalty  of  sin. 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  my  wants  I  plead: 
Thou  dost  not  *'break  the  bruised  reed." 

2  When  anxious  doubts  assail  m}"  soul. 
And  darkening  horrors  round  me  roll, 
I  seek  the  beamings  of  thy  face  ; 

Thou  dost  not  "quench^'  the  spark  of  grace. 

afF  3  0,  raise  that  drooping  reed  anew, 

Refresh  its  root  with  heav'nly  dew  ; 

And  fan  the  spark,  till,  pure  and  bright, 

It  swells  into  a  burning  light!      cu>'ni>'Gham. 

290.         0*  111-)         C.  M.     Peterborough.  Bowdoin  Square. 
Salvation  by  Grace. 

1  MY  soul,  thy  God  forever  praise  ; 
Forever  love  his  name. 

Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

2  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness, 
Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 

mf      But  we  are  sav'd  by  sov'reign  grace. 
Abounding  through  his  Son. 

mp  3  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God, 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and   the  blood, 
Our  souls  are  wash'd  from  sin. 

4  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death. 
Who  hung  upon  the  tree. 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones,  as  we. 

mf  5  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  ; 
And,  justified  by  grace. 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face !  watts. 


[of  christians.]      hymn  293.  513 

291.  7s.  Rutland.     Turin. 
Jesus  looked  on  him.     Luke  22. 

1   BY  th'  apostle  thrice  denied. 

When  the  Savior  tiirn'd  his  eye. 
In  his  look  there  was  descried 
mf  Strength  of  love,  which  cannot  die, — 

mp      Pity  for  the  fallen  one, 

Mercy,  which  the  wand'rer  won ! 

—  2  0,  what  gushinsr,  bitter  tears 

Down  the  rigid  cheek  then  flowed  ? 
Now  the  swordsman  meek  appears, 
In  the  dust  in  sorrow  bowed  ; 
mp      Now  he  seeks  forgiving  love, 
mf      Now  he  finds  strength  from  above. 

aff  3  Lord,  although  in  tempting  hour 

Oft  our  souls,  in  guilty  pride, 
Have  withstood  the  Spirit's  power, 

And  thy  blessed  name  denied  ; 
Yet  on  us  have  mercy  too. 
And  our  thankless  hearts  renew  !         allen. 

292.  S.  M.  Beverly.     Shirland. 
Convert. 

1  SEEST  thou  that  worldly  heart? 
Seest  thou  that  scornful  eye, 

Which  says  to  heav"nly  thoughts, — ^'Depart ; 
I  ask  no  joys  on  high  !*' 

2  Now  see  that  heart  renew'd. 
And  filPd  with  heav'nly  love  ! 

That  eye,  with  contrite  tears  bedew'd, 

And  meekly  turned  above  ! 
aff  3  Lord,  shall  that  eye  soon  close 

In  darkness  of  the  tomb? 

Yet  Thou  wilt  wake  it  from  repose, 
mf      And  with  heav'n's  light  illume  !  allen. 

293.  (ii.  103.)         C.  M.         Colchester,    Archdale. 
J\''ot  ashamed  of  the  Gospel- 

mf  1  I'M  not  asham'd  to  o^^^l  my  Lord, 
Nor  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross! 


514  HYMN  294.       [of  christians.] 

2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name, — 
His  name  is  all  my  trust  ; 

Nor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame. 
Nor  drive  me  from  the  just. 

3  Firm,  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands. 
And  He'll  at  last  restore 

What  I've  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  He  own  my  name  in  love 
Before  his  Father's  face; 

And  in  Jerusalem  above 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place.         watts. 

294.  L.  M.  Ipswich.      Alfreton. 
JVot  ashamed  of  Jesus '     Mark  8. 

mp  1  ASHAM'D  of  Jesus!  Can  it  be? 

Mortals,  O  Lord,  asham'd  of  Thee.? 
mf      Scorn'd  be  the  thought  by  rich  and  poor: 

O,  may  I  scorn  it  more  and  more ! 

—  2  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  Just  as  soon 

Might  midnight  blush  to  think  of  noon: 
Asham'd  of  Jesus !  Sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — Of  that  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend.? 
O,  no ! — My  soul,  be  this  my  shame. 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

mp  4  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — Yes,  I  may. 

When  I've  no  sins  to  wash  away  ; 
No  ills  to  flee,  no  joys  to  crave. 
No  hell  to  fear,  no  soul  to  save ! 

—  5  Till  then, — nor  is  my  boasting  vain, — 
f  <     Till  then  I  boast  a  Savior  slain ! 

mp       And  0,  may  this  my  portion  be, — 

That  Savior,  not  asham'd  of  me!         grigg. 

295.  0'  102.)  L,  M.  Hebron.    Alfreton. 

The  Beatitudes. 
1  BLEST  are  the  humble  souls,  who  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 


[of  christians.]      hymn  29G.  515 

Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 

Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart  5 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

S  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war  ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  men,  who  upward  press, 
Hunger  and  thirst  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  they,  whose  kind  affections  move, 
Who  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ,  the  Lord,  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts,  renewed, 
AVith  heav'nly  graces  are  endued  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life. 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife  ; 
Children  of  God  shall  they  be  called. 
From  woes  of  hatred  disenthralled. 

8  Blest  are  the  suff'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  , 

mf      Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord  ; 

Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward!  watts. 

296.  (ii.  106.)         C.  M.         Litchfield.     Stephens. 

Difficult   Way  to  Heaven. 

1  STRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait, 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 

'Tis  but  a  few,  that  lind  the  gate. 
While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  denied, 
The  mind  and  will  renewed, 


516  HYMN  297.       [of  christians.] 

Passion  suppress'd,  and  patience  tried, 
And  vain  desires  subdued. 

3  The  love  of  fame,  the  love  of  gold 
Must  cease  our  hearts  to  sway  ; 

Th'  unruly  tongue  must  be  controlled, 
And  our  whole  soul  obey. 

4  When  wrongs  oppress,  and  doubts  assail, 
With  sulf 'rings,  grief,  and  care, 

A  patient  spirit  must  prevail, 
And  earnest  be  our  prayer ! 

5  Lord,  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm 
Fulfil  a  task  so  hard? 

mf      Thy  grace  must  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward.  watts. 

297.         (i.  143.)         C.  M.         Newton.     Nouingham. 
Children  of  God, 

1  GRACE,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 
Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 

The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

2  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 
Do  they  perform  his  will ; 

But  with  the  noblest  pow'rs,  they  have. 
His  sweet  commands  fulfil. 

3  They  find  access  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God  within  the  vail  ; 

Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  power. 

And  joys,  that  never  fail. 

mf  4  0  happy  souls !  O  glorious  state 
Of  overflowing  grace ! 
To  dwell  within  the  heav'nly  gate, 
And  see  their  Father's  face ! 

Aft*  5  Lord,  I  address  my  prayer  to  Thee  ; 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  to  my  heart  thy  Spirit  free. 
To  form  my  soul  divine. 

6  There  shed  thy  richest  love  abroad, 
And  make  my  comforts  strong  ; 


[of  christians.]     hymn   299.  517 

mf      Then  shall  I  say,  *'My  Father,  God!" 

With  an  unwav'ring  tongue.  watts. 

298.  C.  M,  Heath.     St.  James, 

Retirement. 

1  FAR  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee. 
From  strife  and  tumult  far, 
Where  Satan,  with  malignity, 
Doth  wage  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade 
With  pray'r  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those,  who  follow  Thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  heart, 
And  grace  its  mean  abode. 

What  peace  and  hope  Thou  dost  impart. 
With  love  to  Thee,  O   God? 

4  As  sweet-ton'd  nightingale  prolongs 
Her  solitary  lays, 

My  soul  no  witness  of  her  songs 
Desires,  nor  human  praise. 

Aff  5  Author  of  life,  my  Shield,  my  Sun, 
Blest  source  of  light  divine. 
And, —  all  harmonious  names  in  one, — 
My  Savior!  Thou  art  mine  !  cowper. 

,299.  "^s.  Enfield,    Broad  Su-eet, 

Charitable  Man. 

1  OFT  his  silent  spirit  went, 
Like  an  angel  from  the  throne, 
On  benign  commissions  bent. 
In  the  fear  of  God  alone. 

2  Then  the  widow's  heart  would  sing, 
As  she  turn'd  her  wheel,  with  joy  ; 
TheUj^the  bliss  of  hope  would  spring 
On  the  outcast  orphan  boy. 

3  To  the  blind,  the  deaf,  the  lame, 
To  the  ignorant  and  vile. 
Stranger,  captive,  slave,  he  came 
With  a  welcome  and  a  smile. 

44 


518  HYMN  300.      [of  christians.] 

4  Help  to  all  he  did  dispense. 
Gold,  instruction,  raiment,  food. 
Like  the  gifts  of  Providence, 
To  the  evil  and  the  good. 

5  Deeds  of  mercy,  deeds  unknown 
Shall  eternity  record. 

Which  he  durst  not  call  his  own. 

For  he  did  them  to  the  Lord  !        Montgomery. 

300.  L.  M.         Rockingham.    Effingham. 

Love  to  Parents. 

1  TO  honor  those,  who  gave  us  birth. 

To  cheer  their  age,  to  prize  their  worth, 

Is  God's  command  to  human  kind. 

And  own'd  by  ev'ry  grateful  mind. 

mp  2  Trace,  then,  the  tender  scenes  of  old. 
And  all  our  infant  days  unfold  ; 
Survey  the  mother's  love,  and  care 
To  form  the  lisping  lips  to  prayer ; 

9  Nor  hold  from  mem'ry's  glad  review 
The  fears,  which  all  the  father  knew. 
The  joys,  that  mark'd  his  thankful  gaze. 
As  virtue  crown'd  maturer  days. 

4  When  press'dby  sickness,  pain,  or  grief. 
How  anxious  they  to  give  relief? 
Our  dearest  wish  they  held  their  own  ; 
Till  our's  return'd,  their  peace  was  flown. 

aff  5  God  of  our  life,  each  parent  guard. 

And  death's  sad  hour,  0 !  long  retard  ; 
Be  theirs  each  joy,  that  gilds  the  past. 
And  heav'n  our  common  home  at  last ! 

ALEXANDER'S  COLL 

301.  L.  M.         Arnheim.     Old  Hundred, 

Prayer  for  ourselves  and  Children. 
Aff  1  IN  Thee  our  fathers  sought  their  rest. 
And  were  with  thy  protection  blest: 
Behold  their  sons !  In  thy  rich  grace 
Grant  us  with  Thee  our  fathers'  place! 


[of  christians.]     hymn  303.  619 

2  Through  all  the  thorny  paths,  we  tread, 
Ere  we  are  lunnber'd  with  the  dead, 
When  friends  desert,  and  foes  invade. 
Be  Thou  our  all-sutiicient  aid. 

3  And  when  this  pijtrrimage  is  o'er. 
And  we  must  dwell  on  earth  no  more, 
To  Thee,  great  God!  may  we  ascend. 
And  find  an  everlasting  Friend. 

4  To  Thee  our  infant  race  we'll  leave  ; 
Them  may  their  fathers'  God  receive  ; 
That  voices,  yet  unform'd,  may  raise 

mf      Succeeding  hymns  of  joyful  praise. 

DODDRIDGE. 

302,  (i.  129.)  L.  M.         Hebron,  Germany. 
Abraham  offering  his  Son. 

1  SAINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word 
Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 

He  shall  restore  what  you  resign. 
Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abrah'm,  with  obedient  hand, 

Led  forth  his  son  at  God's  command  ; — 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took  ; 
mp       His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  stroke. 

—  d  ''Abrah'm,  forbear,"  the  angel  cried, 

''  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  tried  ; 
Thy  son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed 
Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bless'd  indeed!" 

4  Just  in  the  last  distressing  hour 
The  Lord  displays  deliv'ring  power ; 
mf      The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place. 

Where  we  shall  see  surprising  grace  I      watts. 

303.  (i.ll3.)  C.  xM,     Colchester.   Wareham. 

Promise  to  Ahrahain. 

1  HOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine. 
To  Abrah'm  and  his  seed  ; 

"I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Suppl^^ing  all  their  need!" 

2  His  mercies  unto  those.  He  loves, 
From  age  to  age  endure  ; 


520  HYMN  304.      [of  christians.] 

The  Angel  of  thecov'nant  proves 
And  seals  the  blessings  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  word  ne'er  breaks. 
To  our  great  fathers  given  ; 
Young  children  to  his  arms  He  takes. 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

mf  4  Our  God,  how  faithful  is  his  word.^ 
Unchanging  is  his  love  ; 
The  promis'd  good,  on  sure  record. 
Our  children  too  shall  prove!  watts. 

304.  (i.  94.)  C.  M.  Spencer.     Canterbury. 

Justification  by  Faith. 

1  VAIN  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built  ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean^ 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  guilty  stand 
Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
Transgressors  of  the  just  command, 
Condemn'd  before  the  Lord. 

3  God's  righteous  law  we  ask  in  vain 
To  justify  us  now. 

Since  to  convince  and  doom  to  pain 
Is  all,  the  law  can  do. 

mf  4  Jesus  !  thy  wondrous  love  we  bless  ; — 
When  in  thy  name  we  trust. 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness, 
That  makes  the  sinner  just!  watts. 

305.  S.  M.  Inverness.     Olniutz. 
Justification  hy  Faith. 

1  WOULDST  thou  with  God  be  just 
In  dreaded  judgment  day.^ 

On  what  then,  mortal,  dost  thou  trust.'' 
Where  is  thy  hope  and  stay.'' 

2  On  w^orth  dost  thou  rely, — 
On  deeds  of  goodness  done  ? 

And  dost  thou  claim  reward  on  high, 
And  deem  thy  course  well  run  ? 


[of  CHRISTIANS.]      HYMN  307.  521 

3  Alas,  thy  stain  is  deep, 
And  lo,  the  curse  is  near, 
Denoune'd  on  all,  who  fail  to  keep 
God's  law,  with  conscience  clear. 

mf  4  Come,  then  ;  to  Jesus  come  ; 
O,  come  by  faith  and  love  ; 
His  mercy  saves  from  threaten'd  doom, 
And  lifts  to  heav'n  above! 

Aff  5  Blest  Jesus,  Son  of  God! 
May  we  be  justified, 
Wash'd  in  th'  atoning  stream  of  blood, 
Outflowing  from  thy  side!  allen. 

306.  C.  M.         Spencer,     Peterborough. 
Justification. 

mp  1  AH,  how  can  man,  with  guilt  o'erspread. 
Be  just  with  God  on  high? 
How  can  he  meet,  except  with  dread, 
God's  scrutinizing  eye? 

—  2  Yet  now  may  man  be  justified. 
And  dwell  in  purest  skies. 
Through  Him,  who  on  the  cross  once  died 
A  Lamb  of  sacrifice. 

8  'Tis  faith,  that  turns  away  the  blow, 
By  sword  of  justice  aimed  ; 
'Tis  faith,  that  wakes  up  joys  below 
In  hearts,  that  joy  disclaimed. 

Aff  4  Lord,  give  us  faith  in  thine  own  blood. 
Once  pour'd  out  on  the  tree  ; 
O,  make  us  righteous  with  our  God, 
Then  shall  we  dwell  with  Thee?         allen. 

307.  S.M.  Boylston.     Little  Marlborough. 
Justification  by  Faith. 

Aff  1   GUILT,  Lord,  deep  guilt  is  mine, 
Thy  justice  cannot  spare  ; 
Though  Thou  hast  stores  of  grace  divine, 
My  guilt  gives  me  despair. 

2  Let  justice  have  its  sw^ay, 
Thy  throne  unsullied  be  ! 
44* 


522  HYMN   308.      [of  christians.] 

mp      How  can  I  in  my  vileness  pray, 
Or  lift  my  eye  to  Thee? 

mf  3  But  lo,  the  Savior's  form 
Appears  before  my  eye ! 
Now  flees  away  the  threat'ning  storm  ; 
Now  shines  a  peaceful  sky.'' 

—  4  Thou  canst.  Lord,  now  be  kind. 
And  justice  still  maintain. 
For  Jesus  came  the  lost  to  find, 
And  on  the  cross  w^as  slain  I  allen. 

308.  L.  M,  Old  Hundred.     Uxbridge. 
Justification  by  Faith, 

[From  the  French  of  Desbarreaux.] 

1  GREAT  God!  thy  judgments  all  are  rights 
And  Thou  on  mercy  still  art  bent ; 

But  I  have  done  Thee  such  despite. 
That  justice  claims  my  punishment. 

2  Yes,  Lord,  my  crimes,  exceeding  great, 
Would  seem  to  silence  mercy's  cry  ; 
How  canst  Thou,  in  thy  glorious  state. 
Regard  such  guilt  with  pitying  eye? 

3  Thy  law  is  good: — to  Thee  I  bow  ; 
All  heav'n  the  judgment  will  approve. 
When  my  poor  soul  is  cast  below  ; 
Nor  can  my  reason  Thee  reprove, 

4  I  must  adore  Thee,  though  thou  smite  ; — 
Yet  Lord,  the  bolt  of  vengeance,  sped, 
Can  strike  no  part,  not  cover'd  quite 
With  blood  of  Christ,  for  sinners  shed! 

ALLEN. 

309.  ("•  125.)  L,  M.  Nazareth.    Wells. 

Faith  and  Unbeliefi 

1  LIFE  and  immortal  joys  are  given 

To  souls,  that  mourn  the  sins,  they've  done* 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heaven 
By  faith  in  God's  beloved  Son. 

2  Wo  to  the  wretch,  who  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 


[OF  CHRISTIANS.]      HYMN  311.  523 

But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  stubborn  sin  of  unbelief. 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead. 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies : 
He  seals  the  curse  on  his  own  head, 
>        And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies.  watts. 

310.  (i-  100.)         L.  M.         Blendon.  St.  Paul's, 
Believe  mid  he  Saved. 

1  NOT  to  condemn  our  guilty  souls 
Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  appear  ; 
No  voice  of  thunder  round  him  rolls, 
But  mercy ^s  gentle  call  we  hear. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
Helov'd  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Savior's  word, 
Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  ; 

"mf       A  thousand  joys  his  truths  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

mp  4  But  rebels,  who  refuse  his  grace. 
And  God's  beloved  Son  despise, 
Will  find  at  last  their  dwelling  place 
In  the  dark  pit,  where  Satan  lies.         watts. 

311.  (i.l09.)  L.  M.  Stonefield.     St.  Peter's. 
Christ  and  his  Righteousness- 

1  NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties,  I  have  done  ; 

I  quit  the  hopes,  I  held  before. 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name. 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss  : 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  5 
O,  may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 


^M  HYMN  312.        [of  christians.] 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  hath  done!  watts. 

312.  8s.  Wilvvorth.   Wanworth. 
Power  of  Faith- 

1  THE  moment,  a  sinner  believes. 
And  trusts  in  his  crucified  God, 
His  pardon  at  once  he  receives, 
Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood. 

2  The  faith,  that  forgiveness  can  claim, 
And  brings  such  salvation,  as  this. 

Is  more,  than  mere  fancy,  or  name, — 
The  work  of  God^s  Spirit  it  is. 

mf  3  It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell ; 
It  vanquishes  death  by  its  might, 
And  raises  the  sinner  to  dwell 
With  the  angels  most  blessed  in  light ! 

afF  4  Lord,  give  us  true  faith  in  thy  blood, — 
The  faith,  which  still  worketh  by  love, 
Producing  the  fruits,  that  are  good. 
And  leading  to  glory  above!  hart. 

313.  (ii.  129.).        L.  M.      Duke  Street.    Charleston. 

Walking  by  Faith. 

1  'TIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  through  deserts,  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home. 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies, 
mf      She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  ; 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries. 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

—  3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through. 
While  faith  supplies  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 
Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abrah'm  by  divine  command 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
mf      And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road.  watts. 


[of  christians.]     hymn  315.  525 

314<.  ^-  ^^'  Downs.     Broomsgrove, 

Power  of  Faith, 
lilt  1  RISE,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  way, 
By  ancient  worthies  trod: 
Those  blest  and  holy  men  survey, 
Who  walk'd  on  earth  with  God. 

—  2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear. 
And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  toils  severe 
Still  fresh  instruction  give  ! 

3  'Twas  by  their  faith's  triumphant  power 
They  conquer'd  every  foe  ; 
And  they  to  Christ,  in  mercy's  hour, 
Their  crowns  and  glory  owe ! 

aff  4  Lord !  let  me  ever  keep  in  sight 

These  patterns,  Thou  hast  given  ; 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  path-way  right, 
Which  led  them  safe  to  heaven !      needham. 

315.         (1.120.)         CM.         Nicliols.     Bowdoin  Square. 
Faith  in  Things  unseen. 

1  FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight, 

Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense. 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  show, 
Brings  distant  prospects  home. 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago. 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

S  Abrah'm,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord  ; 
And  all  the  sons  of  Abrah'm  dead 
Believe  God's  faithful  word. 

mf  4  He  sought  a  city,  fair  and  high, 
Built  by  th'  eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  stands !         watts. 


526  HYMN  316.       [of  christians.] 

316.  (i,140.)         C.  M.  Dundee.    London, 

A  living  and  dead  Faith. 

mp  1  MISTAKEN  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven. 
And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joysj  and  sins  forgiven. 
On  passion's  \Vaves  still  tost. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies, — airy  flights, — 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead; 

—       None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 
To  Christ,  the  living  head. 

3  'T  is  fiiith,  that  changes  all  the  heart, 
'T  is  faith,  that  works  by  love, 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

mf  4  'T  is  faith,  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 
By  a  celestial  power: 
This  foith  shall  surely  triumph  well 
In  the  decisive  hour!  watts. 

317.  (i.64.)         S.  M.  Stonington.    Shirland. 

Adoption' 

1  BEHOLD,  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestowed 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

2  'Tisno  surprising  thing, 
That  we  should  be  unknow^n  ; 

The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear. 
How  glorious  we  shall  be  ; 

Aff      But,    Jesus,  when  Thou  comest  here, 
We  shall  be  like  to  Thee ! 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 
JNIay  trials  well  endure  ; 

Should  cause  our  graces  bright  to  shine, 
As,  Jesus,  Thou  art  pure ! 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 


[of  CHRISTIANS.]      HYMN  319.  527 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 

My  faith  shall  Abba^ — Father, — cry. 

And  Thou  the  kindred  own.  watts. 

318.  CM.  Dedham.     Arlington. 
Bearing  the  Cross- 

Aff  1  DIDST  Thou,  blest  Savior,  suffer  shame, 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me : 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name. 
And  thy  disciple  be : 

2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 
And  make  me  truly  bold  ; 

Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame^ 
And  treat  me  with  disdain, 

I  still  will  glory  in  thy  name. 
And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

4  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  dread 
To  suffer  shame  or  loss ! 

O,  let  me  in  thy  footsteps  tread, 

And  gloiy  in  thy  cross !  kirkham. 

319.  I- M.  Trenton,     Duke  Street. 

JS^ot  asha?ned  of  Christ. 

mp  1  BLEST  .Jesus!  who  didst  leave  the  skies 
To  bear  thine  untold  agonies. 
And  on  the  cross  didst  die  for  me, — 
Shall  I  be.  Lord,  asham'd  of  Thee  .'* 

mf  2  "Asham'd  of  Thee,"  whose  blood  was  shed 
To  turn  perdition  from  my  head. 
To  bring  my  soul  from  depths  of  wo, 
And  make  me  thy  salvation  know.^ 

3  "Asham'd  of  Thee,"  who  from  the  grave 
Didst  rise  thy  dying  friends  to  save, 
Whose  voice  thy  sleeping  hosts  shall  wake, 
When  heav'n's  eternal  day  shall  break? 


528  HYMN  320.       [of  christians.] 

4  ^'Asham^d  of  Thee,"  the  Savior-King, 
Whose  praises  all  the  righteous  sing, 
To  whom  at  last  the  shout  will  rise. 
Re-echoing  through  the  earth  and  skies? 

mp  5  "Asham'd  of  Jesus!"  Then  would  He 
In  judgment  be  asham'd  of  me, 
And,  smitten  by  his  anger's  flame, 
My  doom  would  be  immortal  shame  !      allen^ 

320.  (ii.  77.)  L.M.        Trenton.     St.  Paul's. 
The  Christian  Warfare. 

mf  1  STAND  up,  my  soul,  for  manly  strife. 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  life. 
Where  thy  great  Captain-Savior's  gone. 

—  2  Thy  foes  may  rag-e,  as  oceans  toss. 

But  hell  and  sin;are  vanquish 'd  foes  ; 
Thy  Jesus  nail'cl  them  to  the  cross, 

mf  3  And  sang  the  triumph,  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on. 
Press  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  ; 
There  shines  a  crown,  by  courage  won^ 
There  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait  \ 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown,  l| 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ;  ■ 
With  heav'nly  hosts  shall  I  bowdow*n. 
And  sing  my  glorious  Leader's  praise !     watts, 

321.  L.M.  Truro.     Duke  Street. 
The  Christian  Soldier.         Eph.  6. 

1  THE  Christian  warrior,  see  him  stand 
In  the  whole  armor  of  his  God  ; 
The  Spirit's  sword  is  in  his  hand  ; 
His  feet  are  with  the  gospel  shod: 

2  In  panoply  of  truth  complete. 
Salvation's  helmet  on  his  head. 
With  righteousness  a  breastplate  meet, 
And  faith's  broad  shield  before  him  spread. 

3  With  this  omnipotence  he  moves, 
From  this  the  alien  armies  flee  ; 


I 


[OF  CHRISTIANS.]     HYMN  323.  529 

Till  more  than  conqueror  he  proves 
Through  Christ,  who  gives  him  victory. 

mf  4  Thus,  strong  in  his  Redeemer's  strength, 
Sin,  death,  and  hell  he  tramples  down. 
Fights  the  good  fight,  and  wins  at  length, 

P<      Through  mercy,  an  innnortal  crown  ! 

MONTGOMERY. 

322.  C.  M.  Jordan.     Tolland. 
Christian  Soldier. 

mp  1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
Engag'd  in  warfare  good.^ 
And  shall  I  dread  disgrace  and  loss. 
Or  shedding  of  my  blood  .^ 

mf      No: — I  will  go,  where  Jesus  leads, 
And  boldly  face  the  foe: 
He,  who  in  Jesus'  footsteps  treads, 
Defeat  shall  never  know ! 

—  2  Though  first  the  cross,  yet  last  the  crown  ; 

Triumph  is  after  fight: 

Martyrs  a  diadem  have  won, — 

Reward  in  heav'nly  light, 
mf      Then  let  us  bravely  wao-e  the  war. 

And  follow  close  our  King, 

That  we  may  shine,  as  heav'nly  star, 
<        And  glorious  triumph  sing!  allen. 

323.  (i.48.)         L.M.         Duke  Street,    Bedford  Street. 

The  Christian  Race. 

1  AWAKE,  our  souls,  our  fears  give  place, 
Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone  ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race. 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road; 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint  ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 

S  The  pow'rful  God,  whose  matchless  might 
Is  glorious,  like  the  giant  sun, 
And  lasts,  while  endfess  years,  in  flight. 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 
45 


530  HYMN  324.       [of  christians.] 

4  From  Thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply, 
While  men,  this  fount  abandoning, 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die ! 

mf  5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  sky. 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly. 

Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road,     watts. 

324.  C.  M.  Nottingham.      Christmas. 

The  heavenly  Race, 
mf  1  AWAKE,  my  soul, — stretch  ev'ry  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
Ne'er  from  the  heavenward  path-way  swerve. 
If  thou  wouldst  gain  the  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all  animating  voice, 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high: 
He  bids  thee  seek  immortal  joys. 
Glories,  that  never  die  ! 

—  3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey : 
mf      They  loud,  inciting  notes  resound  ; — 

Then  onward  urge  thy  way ! 

Aflf  4  Thee,  Savior,  may  I  hope  to  meet, 
When  I  my  race  have  run? 
Yes !  crown'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down  !         doddridge. 

325.  Ss.  Wilwonh.     Wanworth. 

Exhortation  to  immediate  Obedience. 

1  THE  night  is  far  spent  ;  then  awake, 
Arise  from  thy  slothful  repose : 

The  dawn  of  the  day,  shall  it  break, 
And  naught  of  thy  labors  disclose.^ 

2  The  night  is  far  spent  ;  and  the  day 
The  deeds  of  dark  hours  will  reveal: 
Repent,  and  return,  while  ye  may. 
Lest  judgment,  despairing,  ye  feel. 

3  The  night  is  far  spent  ;  and  the  sun. 
Which  rises,  will  never  go  down: 


[of  CHRISTIANS.]        HYMN   327.  SSI 

0,  hast  ihou  the  victory  won, 

And  shall  thou  receive  the  Ijright  crown? 

ALLEN. 

326.  S.  M.  Boylston.     CornhilJ. 
Improvement  of  the  present  Time. 

Aff  1  TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine  ; 
Dependent  on  thy  doom  : 
On  us  its  sun  may  never  shine  ; 
The  night  of  death  may  come! 

2  The  present  moment  flies. 
And  bears  our  lite  away: 

O.  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  we  may  live  to-day  I 

3  Since  on  this  fleeting  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 

Awake  by  thine  almighty  power 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 
Swift  as  the  morning  light, 

Lest  life's  young,  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night !         doddridge. 

327.  okS,  Bethlehem. 
Christian  Effort. 

mf  1    COME,  let  us  awake. 
Our  arms  let  us  take. 

And  speed  us  away  to  the  fight  : 
With  Jesus,  our  head. 
Where'er  He  may  lead. 

We'll  march  in  the  pow'r  of  his  might. 

2  Ah,  who  would  not  gain, — 
Through  labor  and  pain, — 

A  kingdom  eternal  above? 
Ah,  who  would  not  dwell. — 
Mid  joys,  none  can  tell, — 

Where  all  is  delight  and  sweet  love  ? 

Aff  3  Blest  Jesus,  our  strength  ! 
0.  grant,  that  at  length 


532  HYMN  328.      [of  christians.] 

A  crown  to  our  heads  may  be  given  ; 
O,  brill s  us  at  last, — 
The  valley  o'erpast, — 
mf  To  glory  eternal  in  heaven !  allen. 

328.  (i.    139.)  L.  M.         Arnheim.    Old  Hundred. 

Hope  in  the  Covenant. 

1  HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
To  rend  my  soul  from  Thee,  my  God.^ 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace  ; 
Eternal  poAv'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endless  praise. 

3  Amidst  temptations,  sharp  and  long, 
My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 

mf      Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong. 

While  tempests  blow,  and  billows  rise !  watts. 

329.  (i.  122.)  L.   M.  Hebron.     Nazareth. 
Believers  buried  and  raised  with  Christ, 

1  DO  we  not  hear  that  solemn  word, 
That  we  are  buried  with  the  Lord.^ 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  that  we 
From  sinful  bondage  might  be  free  1 

2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death  ; 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 

And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 

3  No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 

The  various  lusts,  we  serv'd  before. 

Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more.  watts. 

330.  (ii.  165.)  C.  M.  Mear.     Dundee. 

Unfruitfulness,  Ignorance. 
1  LONG  have  we  sat  beneath  the  sound 
Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weak  our  faith  is  found. 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word.^ 


[of  christians.]     hymn  332.  533 

2  How  faint  and  feeble  is  our  love.'^ 
How  slight  our  fear  and  dread  .^ 
How  low  our  hopes  of  joys  above.'* 
Our  hearts  how  cold  and  dead.^ 

Aff  3  Great  God,  thy  sov'reign  power  impart, 
And  bless  the  word  divine  ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  our  heart. 
And  make  us  wholly  thme  ! 

4  Show  our  forgetful  feet  the  way, 

<  That  leads  to  joys  on  high  : — 

mf      There  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  shall  never  die  !  watts. 

331.  (ii.  25.)  CM.  Stephens.     London, 

Ackyiowledgment  of  Sloth. 

1  MY  soul,  why  art  thou  thus  asleep.^ 
Awake,  and  toil,  and  strive ! 

O,  why  do  we,  in  slumber  deep, 
Thus  negligently  live.'^ 

2  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 
And  stars  their  courses  move, — 

mf      We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; 

3  We,  for  whom  Christ  from  heav'n  came  down, 
And  labor'd  for  our  good : 

—       How  careless  to  secure  that  crown. 
He  purchased  with  his  blood.' 

aflf  4  Lord,  shall  we  still  so  sluggish  lie. 
While  time  with  speed  departs.^ 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high. 
And  kindle  up  our  hearts ! 

mf  5  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 
Upward  our  souls  shall  rise: 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love 

<  We'll  fly  and  seize  the  prize!         avatts. 

332.  (i.l36.)         CM.         Peterborough.    Bowdoin  Square. 

Sincerity  and  Hypocrisy. 
1   GOD  is  a  Spirit,  just  andvvise. 
He  sees  our  inmost  mind  ; 
4.5* 


534  HYMN  333.     [of  christians.] 

la  vain  to  heav'n  we  raise  our  cries. 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  honor  can  appear: 

The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise,  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies. 
Their  bending  knees  the  ground  5 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

mp  4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways. 

And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
mf      Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face. 

And  find  acceptance  there  !  watts. 

Otj3,         (i.  134.)  L.  M.  Ipswich.    German  Hymn. 

Religion  vain  without  Love. 

1  HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech,  than  angels  use  , 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found. 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspir'd  to  preach,  and  tell 
All,  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell, 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove  ; 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  hungry  at  my  door. 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame. 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  ; — 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men 

Be  absent, — all  my  hopes  are  vain : 

Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal 

The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil.         watts. 

334.         (ii-  38.)  C.  M.  Nichols.     Stephens. 

Love  to  God. 
1  HAPPY  the  heart,  where  graces  reign, 
\Yhere  love  inspires  the  breast  : 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 


[of  christians.]       hymn  336.  535 

2  Knowledge,  alas!  'tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 

Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
Iflove  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love,  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
In  swift  obedience  move  ; 

The  devils  dread  the  judgment-seat. 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace,  that  lives  and  shines, 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  die  ; 

mf      'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  glorious  worlds  on  high!  watts. 

335.  (i.l66.)  L,  M.  Ellenthorpe,     Truro. 

Love  to  God  and  Man, 

1  THE  great  command  has  gone  abroad, 
''Let  all  thy  inward  powers  unite 

To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God 
With  utmost  vigor  and  delight. 

2  ''Then  shalt  thou  love  thy  neighbor  too 
With  true  affection,  strong  and  free  ; 
To  him  in  all  things  thou  shalt  do, 

As  thou  would'st  he  should  do  to  thee." 

3  This  is  the  sense,  that  Moses  spoke  ; 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke. 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfiU'd  by  love. 

4  But  0,  how  burns  the  selfish  fire.'* 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal.^ 
With  love,  0  Lord,  our  hearts  inspire, 

Or  we  shall  ne'er  perform  thy  will.  watts. 

336.  (i.  132.)  L.  M,  Hingham,     Alfreton. 

Holiness  and  Grace. 

1  SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel,  we  profess  ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Savior,  God, 


536  HYMN  337.      [of  christians.] 

When  the  salvation  reigns  within^ 
And  grace  subdues  the  pow'r  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride, 
While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth,  and  love 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

mf  4  Religion  lifts  our  spirits  high. 

While  we  expect,  with  heav'nly  joy, 

The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 

And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word,      watts. 

337.         (ii.  107.)  C.  M.  Elgin.     Wantage, 

Absence  from  God  intolerable. 
1  THAT  awful  day  is  sure  at  hand, 
Th'  appointed  scene  is  nigh. 
When  I  before  my  Judge  must  stand, 
And  bear  his  scrutiny ! 

afif  2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys. 
Thou  sov'reign  of  my  heart. 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "Depart!" 

3  O,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 
To  see  my  God  remove. 

And  fix  my  doleful  station,  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

4  My  worthless  name,  Lord,  let  me  know. 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 

And  in  thy  book  some  promise  show. 
Where  my  salvation  stands!  watts, 

338.  L.  M.  Appleton.     Duke  Street. 

God^s  Presence  in  Trouble.     Isa.  43. 

1  WHEN  thou  shalt  pass  through  waters  deep, 
"I",  saith  the  Lord,  '^thy  life  will  keep. 

And  when  through  rivers  thou  dost  go, 
Thy  soul  the  streams  shall  not  o'erflow. 

2  "When  through  the  fire  thy  feet  shall  walk. 
My  word  the  force  of  fire  shall  balk. 

Nor  shall  the  kindling  of  the  flame 
E'er  sinore  thee,  or  e'er  work  thy  shame. 


[OF  CHRISTIAXS.]     HYMN  340.  537 

3  ''For  I  am  God,  the  holy  One, 
And  Jesus,  vSavior,  is  my  Son  ; 
Then  fear  not,  though  the  waters  roll, 
And  raging  fire  o'erleaps  control. 

mf  4  "Nor  flood,  nor  flame  can  work  thee  ill, 
In  flame  and  flood  I'm  with  thee  still ; 
The  flood  shall  wash  away  thy  stain, 
The  flame  shall  purge  thy  gold  again."  allen, 

339.  L«  M.  Belville,     Newcourt, 

Elijah  fed  by  Ravens- 

1  THY  rushing  wing,  dark-mantled  bird. 

The  holy  seer  with  gladness  heard, 
\Vhen  famine  rag'd  on  e\'r\  side, 

And  founts  and  flowing   streams  were  dried  ; 
But  still,  in  Cherith's  quiet  vale, 
The  crystal  waters  did  not  fail. 

2  From  fields,  uncheer'd  by  rains  or  dew, 

To  Cherith's  brook  the  ravens  flew  \ 
Both  morn  and  eve,  on  pinions  fleet, 

They  hover  round  the  lone  retreat, 
By  secret  impulse  thither  led 
To  bring  the  exile  daily  bread. 

3  I  turn  with  fond  delight  to  trace 

The  story  of  thy  ancient  race, 
And  think  how,  in  their  hour  of  need, 

His  faithful  children  God  can  feed. 
There  may  be  want,  and  wo,  and  care, — 
mf      But  Cherith's  brook  forbids  despair. 

MI^ST.   OF  WOODS. 

31L.  C  M.  Spencer,     Peterborough. 

Recovery  from  Sickness. 
1  'T  WAS  dreadful,  when  th'  accuser's  power 
AssaiPd  my  sinking  heart, 
Recounting  ev'ry  wasted  hour. 
And  each  unworthy  part: 

Afif  2  But,  Jesus,  in  that  mortal  fray 
Thy  blessed  comforts  stole, 
Like  sunshine  in  a  stormy  day, 
Across  my  darken'd  soul. 


538  HYMN  341.         [of  christians. 

3  When  soon  or  late'this  feeble  breath 
No  more  to  Thee  shall  pray, 
Support  me  through  the  vale  of  death. 
And  in  the  darksome  way. 

4  When,  cloth 'd  in  fleshly  weeds  again, 
I  wait  thy  dread  decree, 

Judge  of  the  world,  bethink  Thee  then, 
That  Thou  hast  died  for  me  !  heber. 

o4 1 .  L.  M.  Hebron.     German  Hymn, 

Affliction,         Job  5. 

1  AFFLICTION  comes  not  from  the  dust  ; 
No  chance-sprung  evil  pains  the  just; 
Yet  man  to  trou])le  e'er  is  nigh. 

As  sparks  from  flre  do  upward  fly. 

2  The  man,  wdiom  God  corrects,  is  blest : 
Then,  when  by  sorrows  thou  art  prest, 
His  chastening  hand  resist  no  more. 
For,  though  He  wounds.  He  will  restore. 

3  Thy  soul  in  famine  yet  shall  live. 
Thy  faded  cheek  He  will  revive  ; 

And,  when  the  plague  shall  rage  around, 
A  hiding-place  for  thee  is  found . 

4  Within  thy  house  there  shall  be  peace, 
And  thou  shalt  see  thy  seed  increase : 
And  thee  at  last  the  grave  shall  hide, 

As  shock  of  corn  comes  in  its  tide  !         allen. 

3-12.  C.  iM.  Dedham.     Newton, 

Resignation. 
1   ONE  pray'r  I  have, — all  pray'rs  in  one, — 
When  I  am  wholly  thine  ; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done. 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

aff  2  All-wise,  almightv,  and  all-good. 
In  Thee  I  firmly  trust  ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood. 
Are  merciful  and  just. 


[of  christivxs.]       hymn  344.  539 

3  Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed, 
AVhen  iis'd  as  talents  lent  ; 
Those  talents  only  well  employed. 
When  in  thy  service  spent. 

4  And,  though  thy  Avisdoni  takes  away. 
Shall  I  arraign  thy  will? 

No  ;  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 

''The  Lord  is  gracious  still. *^         Montgomery. 

343.         (ii.  109.)         L.  M.         Hebron.    German  Hymn, 
Trust  m  God  i?i  Adversity. 

1  LORD,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs, 
Th' obscure  abyss  of  providence. 
Too  deep  to  sound  with  mortal  lines^ 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  sense. 

2  Through  seas,  and  storms  of  deep  distress 
\Ve  sail  by  faith  and  not  by  sight ; 

Faith  guides  us  in  the  wilderness 
Through  all  the  dangers,  that  aliVight. 

aff  3  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 

Resolve  to  scourge  us  here  below, 
Still  we  will  trust  thy  love,  0  God, 
To  bring  us  where  pure  pleasures  flow! 

WATTS. 

344*.  C-  ^I-         Broomsgrove.     St.  James, 

Light  in  Darkness- 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way. 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 

He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never  failing  skill 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs^ 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  \'e  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  ; 
The  clouds,  ye  so  much  dread. 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  vour  head  ! 


540  HYMN  345.         [of  christians.] 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense. 
But  trust  Him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast. 
Unfolding  ev'ry  hour  ; 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err. 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  He  will  make  it  plain.  cowper. 

345.  L.  M.        Medway.    German  Hymn. 

Mourning  Pilgrim* 

1  PILGRIM!  do  clouds  of  grief  and  wo 

Shut  out  from  thee  that  heav'nly  light. 
Late  spread  along  thy  path-way  bright.'^ 
Doth  darkness  brood  on  all  below? 

2  Fear  not  ;  more  glorious  beams  shall  flow 

From  fount  above  upon  thy  sight: 
Thy  God  is  faithful  ;  in  his  might 
Thou'rt  safe,  and  naught  can  thee  overthrow. 

3  Upon  the  wondrous  cross  gaze  now  ; 

There  hangs,  while  sun  is  veil'd  in  night. 
The  Son  of  God,  whom  men  do  smite  ; 
And,  dying,  He  his  head  doth  bow. 

4  But  soon  the  grave  his  pow'r  doth  know  ; 

He  mounts  up,  where  with  pure  delight 
Eternal  ages  wing  their  flight  ; 
Through  Him  shall  joy  to  thee  outflow! 

ALLEN. 
346..        Cii-  122.)  L.  M.         Ipswich.     Medway. 

Retirement  and  Meditation* 
afF  1  MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  Thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth. 
And  thus  debase  my  heav'nly  birth  ? 


[of  christians.]     hymn  343.  541 

^Vhy  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  niy  God,  my  Savior,  go.^ 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 
One  sov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign, 
mp  4  Be  earth  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 
In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 
My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God  I  find,     watts. 

347.  S.  M,  Boylston.     Utica. 
Evening  Meditatiofi  of  the  Christian. 

mp  1  IN  silence  of  the  night 
I  lift  my  wond'ring  eye  ; 
T  gaze  on  countless  worlds  of  light. 
Which  stud  the  heav'ns  on  high. 

2  Around  them  unseen  worlds, 
Th'  abodes  of  heav'uly  love, 

—  Pursue  their  course  in  endless  whirls, 
Rejoicing,  as  they  move. 

mf  3  O,  for  an  angel's  wing 

To  leave  this  world  of  wo. 

To  rise,  where  spotless  beings  sing. 

And  pleasures  ever  flow ! 

mp  4  Repent,  and  sin  no  more ! 

—  Desire  not  wings  for  flight, 

mf      For  soon  thy  soul  shall  joyful  soar 
Up  to  thy  God  in  light!  allen. 

348.  C-  ^I-  Ste'.hens.     Bowdoia  Square. 
Walking  icith  God. 

1  0,  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  mind  serene  and  blest, 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road. 
That  leads  me  to  my  rest ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness,  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  r 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word? 

46 


542  HYMN  349.       [of  christians.] 

3  What  peaceful  hours,  I  once  enjoyed? 
How  sweet  their  mem'rv  still? 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void. 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

Aff  4  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest  ; 
I  hate  the  sins,  that  made  Thee  mourn. 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol,  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be. 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee!  cowper. 

349.  S.  M.  Gerar.     Olmatz. 
Hapjpy   Old  Age. 

1  *T  IS  good  our  course  to  run, 
And  shed  around  us  light. 

Like  yonder  orb,  the  glorious  sun. 
Who  moves  with  giant's  might. 

2  No  prize  the  sluggard  wins  ; 
'*T  is  toil,  that  brings  repose  ; 
Our  bliss  is  bliss,  that  now  begins. 
And  ending  never  knows. 

3  We  look  on  years  gone  by  ; — 
The  fruits  of  good  appear  ; 

mf      The  plants,  we  rear'd,  wave  on  the  eye. 
Our  hearts  with  joy  to  cheer. 

4  We  forwarrl  look,  and  see 

No  form  of  terror  there, 
But  all  is  pure  felicity, 
>        Instead  of  dark  despair!  allen. 

350.  ^-  ^I-  Inverness.    Shirland. 
Rejoicing  in  God.     Hab.  3. 

1  ALTHOUGH  the  fig  tree  fail 
Its  blossoms  to  display, 

And  though  the  fruitless  land  bewail 
The  vines,  as  they  decay  ; 

2  Though  none  the  olive  press, 
The  fields  shall  yield  no  meat, 


[of  christians.]     hymn    352.  543 

And  faniish'd  men,  in  deep  distress. 
Like  spectres  walk  the  street ; — 

3  Althouirh  the  flock  shall  l)e 
Destrov'd  from  oif  the  fold. 
And  ill  the  stalls  no  herd  ye  see, 
And  want  reigns  uncontrolled  ; 

4  Yet  shall  my  soul  rejoice 
In  mercy -s  saving  power, 

mf      And  unto  God  Til  lift  my  voice, 

And  praise  Him  evermore  i  alle>-. 

Ciol.  L.  M,  HebroD,    Geimaoy. 

Joy  in  God.     Hab.  3. 

1  THOUGH  fig  tree  cease  to  deck  the  field, 
And  cultur'd  ground  no  food  doth  yield, 
Nor  fruit  hangs  clust'ring  on  the  vine. 
To  give,  when  press'd,  the  cheering  wine  ; 

2  Though  flocks  no  longer  seek  the  fold, 
Nor  herds  graze  now  along  the  wold  ; 

mf      Still  in  my  God  I'll  yet  rejoice  ; 

His  treasures  are  my  better  choice. 

3  To  God  my  grateful  song  shall  rise  ; 
He  gives  the  t'ruits  of  paradise! 

He  gives  me  truth's  refreshing  food, 
<:        And  heav'n's  illimitable  good!         allex. 

352.         (ii.  112.)         L.M,         ReMington.   EJIenihorpe. 
Ministry  and  Guidance  of  Angels. 

1  GREAT  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Hast  Thou  advanced  the  Lord,  thy  Son! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light. 

Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  T^ait, 
And  swift  like  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  aflairs  of  state 

In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 

3  Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode. 
Through  all  the  dangers,  that  we  meet, 
In  travellincr  the  heav'nlv  road. 


544  HYMN  353.      [of  christians.] 

Aff  4  Lord,  when  from  earth  I  take  my  flight. 
And  Thou  shalt  bid  me  rise  and  come, 
Send  a  beloved  angel  bright 
Safe  to  conduct  my  spirit  home !  watts. 

353.  (ii.  18.)  L.  M.  Trenton.     Truro. 

Ministry  of  Angels. 

1  HIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 
The  King  of  glory  spreads  his  seat. 
And  hosts  of  angels,  stretch'd  for  flight. 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  Are  they  not  all  thy  servants.  Lord? 
At  thy  conmiand  they  go  and  come, — 
With  cheerful  haste  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

3  Around  me  let  thine  angels  be, 
To  guard  me  up  to  heav'n  above  ; 
And,  while  I  share  their  ministry. 

Thy  service  let  me  also  love !  watts. 

354.  (ii.  113.)  C.  M.  Downs.     St.  James, 

Ministry  of  Angel s- 

1  TO  Christ,  our  heav'nly,  glorious  King, 
Are  angel  legions  given  ; 

They  wait  upon  his  saints,  and  bring 
His  chosen  heirs  to  heaven. 

2  Pleasure  and  praise  run  through  their  host 
To  see  a  sinner  turn  ; 

That  Satan  has  a  captive  lost, 
And  Christ  a  subject  born. 

3  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 
When  He  his   angel  sends, 
Unhumbled  rebels  to  destroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 

4  O,  could  I  say  without  a  doubt, 
"There  shall  my  soul  be  found," 

mi      Then  let  the  great  archangel  shout, 

The  last,  loud  trumpet  sound!  watts. 


[of  christians.]      HYiMN  356.  545 

3o5.  12s.  Duren.     New  Jerusalem. 

Free   Grace. 

1  THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  O  come  to  the  fountain, 
O'erflowing  with  blood  upon  Calvary's  njountaini 

O,  wash  in  this  fountain,  the  fount  of  salvation  ; 
Ye  all  may  then  say,  with  combined  acclamation, — 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  bought  us  a  pardon; 

We  11  praise  Him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls,  that  are  wounded,  repair  ye  for  healing 
To  Jesus,  whose  mercy  to  you  is  appealing  : 
O,  will  you  despise  all  the  blood  of  the  fountain, 
Which  flow'd  for  you  freely  on  Calvary's  mountain: 

3  Our  Jesus,  enthroned,  now  reigneth  most  glorious  ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell  He  will  make  us  victorious: 
On  high  we  will  join  with  the  great  congregation, 
And  triumph,  ascribing  to  Him  our  salvation. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  our  feet  reach  the  shore; 
With  harps  in  our  hands  we  will  praise  Him  the  more; 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields  far  beyond  the  deep  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  everl  thor>'by. 

3t>6.  L.M.  Belville.     Newcourt, 

The  Christian  Israel. 

1  STRANGERS  and  jjilgrims  here  below. 

Like  Israel,  in  the  ancient  day. 
We  to  the  land  of  promise  go, 
aff  Lord!  by  thine  own  appointed  way: 

Still  guide,  illumine,  cheer  our  flight, 
In  cloud  by  day,  in  fire  by  night.  " 

2  Protect  us  through  the  wilderness 

From  ev'ry  peril,  plague,  and  foe  ; 
With  bread  from  heav'n  thy  people  bless, 

And  living  streams,  where'er  we  go  ; 
Nor  let  our  reljcl  hearts  repine. 
Or  follow  any  voice  but  thine. 

S  When  we  have  number-d  all  our  years, 
And  stand  at  length  on  Jordan's' brink, 
Though  fails  the  flesh  with  mortal  fears, 
0,  let  not  then  the  spirit  sink, 
mf      But,  strong  in  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
Plunge  through  the  stream,  to  rise  above! 

46*  MONTGOMERY. 


^46  HYMN  357,  [of   christians.] 

357.         (ii.  64.)  L.  M,  Walton,     Miss.  Chant. 

God  the  Glory  and  Defence  of  Zion. 

mf  1  HAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place. 
The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ; 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode. 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God! 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

—  3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage  ; 

Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage. 
Like  rising  waves  with  angry  roar, 
>       That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

—  4  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 

Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell  ; 
mf      His  might  protects  this  happy  ground. 
Like  brazen  bulwarks,  built  around. 

—  5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun  ; 

Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run. 

On  us  He  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 

And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise.  watts. 

'358.         (i.  S-)  C,  M.         Dedham.     New  Conway, 

Safety  of  the  Church. 

1  HOW  high  in  honor  is  the  place, 
Where  we  adoring  stand  ; — 
Zion,  array "d  in  heav'nly  grace, 
The  glory  of  our  land ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  surround 
The  city,  where  we  dwell  ; 

The  walls  of  strong  salvation  round 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  What  though  on  high  the  rebels  rave? 
God's  arm  shall  bring  them  low: 

mp      Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  shall  bow. 

—  4  Trust  in  the  Lord  with  firmest  mind, 
And  banish  all  your  fears  ; 


[OF  CHRISTIANS.]     HYMN  360.  547 

mf      Strength  in  Jehovah  ye  shall  find 

Eternal  as  his  years!  watts. 

359.         («i-  35.)  C.  M.  Nottingham.     Christmas. 

Praise  for  Creation  and  Redemption. 

1  WE  raise  our  shouts^  O  God^  to  Thee, 
And  send  them  to  thy  throne  , 

All  glory  to  the  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  and  we'll  adore  thy  name, 
Didst  form  us  by  a  word, 

And  Thou  wilt  build  our  mould'ring  frame: — 
Salvation  to  the  Lord ! 

3  Hosanna!  Earth  and  skies,  rejoice, 
And  speak  th'  exulting  sound ! 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round !         watts. 

360.  C.  P.  M.  Kew.     Rapture, 

Christians  encouraging  each  other. 

1  COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness. 

Whom  raging  foes  would  kill  ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears. 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

To  yon  celestial  hill ! 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space 
Look  forward  to  that  heav'nly  place. 

The  saints'  secure  abode: 
mf      On  faith's  strong  eagle-pinions  rise. 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 
And  scale  the  mount  of  God ! 

—  3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear. 

And  by  his  side  sit  dowm: 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure  ; 
mf      And  all,  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown ! 

WESLEY'S  COLL 


548  HYMN  361.       [of  christians.] 

361.  CM.  Downs.     St.  James. 
Communion  of  Saints. 

1  THE  saints  on  earth  and  those  above 
But  one  communion  make  ; 

Join'd  to  their  Lord  in  bonds  of  love. 
All  of  his  grace  partake. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him  ; 
One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream. 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

S  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

Aff  4  O  God,  be  Thou  our  constant  guide ! 
Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven !         c.  wesley. 

362.  C.  M.  Medford.     St.  Johirs. 
Union  of  Saints  and  SS^ature. 

1  THE  glorious  universe  around, 
The  heav'ns  with  all  their  train, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  are  flrmly  bound 
In  one  mysterious  chain. 

2  The  earth,  the  ocean,  and  the  sky 
To  form  one  world  agree. 

Where  all,  that  walk,  or  swim,  or  fly, 
Compose  one  family. 

S  In  one  fraternal  bond  of  love, 
One  fellowship  of  mind. 
The  saints  below  and  saints  above 
Their  bliss  and  glory  find. 

aff  4  Lord,  may  our  union  form  a  part 
Of  that  thrice  happy  whole. 
Derive  its  pulse  from  Thee,  the  heart. 
Its  life  from  Thee,  the  soul  I         mo.ntgomery. 


I 


^OF  CHRISTIANS.]        HYMN  364.  549 

363.  L-  **'^-  Ipswich.     German  Hymn. 
Life  a  Pilgrimage.     Ileb.  13. 

1  ^-WE'VE    no  abiding!  city  here  ;*' 
Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do  ; 
Let  not  this  world  our  rest  appear. 
But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

2  ^'We've  no  abiding  city  here  ;" 
We  seek  a  land  beyond  our  sight  ; 

mf      Zion  its  name  : — the  Lord  is  there  ; 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

mp  3  O,  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love. 

Where  pilgrimS;  freed  from  toil,  are  blest! 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  fly  to  Thee  and  be  at  rest ! 

—  4  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine ! 
The  time,  my  God  appoints,  is  best: 
While  here,  to  do  his  will  be  mine, 
And  his  to  flx  my  time  of  rest.  kellt. 

364.  (i.32.)  .CM.  Dundee. 

Strength  from  Heaven. 

1  WHY  these  desponding  thoughts.'  and  where 
Hath  all  our  courage  fled.' 

Have  restless  sin  and  dark  despair 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead? 

2  Treasures  of  might  in  God  we  seek  ; 
In  God  those  treasures  dwell  ; 

He  Lfives  the  conquest  to  the  weak. 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

3  Mere  mortal  pow'r  shall  fade  and  die. 
And  youthful  vigor  cease, 

But  we,  who  wait  on  God  most  high. 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

mf  4  The  saints  shall  rise  on  eagle's  wing, 
And  mount  up  to  the  skies. 
And  there  a  rapt'rous  song  shall  sing. 
And  taste  divinest  joys!    "         watts. 


550  HYMN  365.     [of  christians.] 

365.  C.  M.  Nichols.     Colchester. 
Strong  Faith  and  Hope  of  Heaven. 

1  ON  Zi oil's  hill  my  stand  I  take 
And  view  my  starry  cro^^■n  ! 

No  pow'r  on  earth  my  hope  can  shake, 
Nor  hell  can  thrust  me  down  ! 

2  The  tow'rs  and  cities  in  their  pride, 
That  lift  their  head  on  high, 
Shall  sink  down  into  ruin  wide  j 
Their  very  names  shall  die. 

3  E'en  earth  itself  shall  feel  the  shock. 
Though  built  by  God's  own  hands  ; 

f         But  firmer,  than  the  heav'ns,  the  Rock 
Of  my  salvation  stands !  swain. 

366.  L.  M.  Belville.     Newcourt. 
Foretaste  of  Heaven. 

1  WHAT  must  it  be  to  dwell  above, 

At  God's  right  hand,  where  Jesus  reigns, 
Since  the  sweet  earnest   of  his  love 

O'erwhelms  us  on  these  earthly  plains! 
No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  explain, 
What  bliss  it  is  with  Christ  to  reign. 

2  Where  sin  no  more  obstructs  our  sight. 

When  sorrow  pains  our  hearts  no  more, 
How  shall  we  view  the  Prince  of  Light, 

And  all  his  works  of  grace  explore.' 
What  heights  and  depths  of  love  divine 
Will  there  through  endless  ages  shine ! 

3  This  is  the  heav'n,  I  long  to  know  : 

For  this  with  patience  I  would  wait. 
Till,  wean'd  from  earth  and  all  below, 
I  mount  to  my  celestial  seat, 
mf      And  wave  my  palm,  and  wear  my  crown, 
And,  with  the  elders,  cast  them  do^^^l ! 

mo>'tgomery's  coll. 


[the  gospel.]  hymn  368.  551 

TRIUMPH  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

367.  5  &  S.  Bethlehem. 
On  a  Revival  of  Religion. 

1  HOW  blest  is  this  day ! 
O.  wondrous  display 
Ot'pow'r  and  ot^ mercy  divine! 
Admiring,  we  cry. 

With  joy-beaming  eye. — 

''Blest  Jesus  !  this  work,  it  is  thine  !" 

2  See  pride  humbled  low. 
See  stubbornness  bow. 

And  selfishness  chang'd  into  love  ! 

Fierce  anger  relents, 

The  scorner  repents. 

The  worldling  looks  upward  above. 

mp  3   No  blushes  of  shame 

At  Jesus'  blest  name 

By  sinner  redeemed  is  now  known  ; 
mf       Sav'd  nowj  though  once  lost. 

In  naught  will  we  boast. 

But  JesuSj  his  cross^  and  his  crown!   allen. 

368.  5  kS.  Bethlehem. 
Revival  and  Invitation. 

1  YE  see,  that  the  Lord 
Hath  stretch'd  out  his  sword 
The  hearts  of  the  sinful  to  smite  ; 
Ye  see,  that  they  bow, 

And  lay  themselves  low, 

O'erwhelm'd  by  his  word,  that  gleams  bright. 

2  And,  sinners,  can  ye 
From  Jesus  e'er  flee, 
Evading  his  justice  and  power  .'^ 

mp      O,  come  and  submit  ; 
Come,  bow  at  his  feet. 
When  now  is  sweet  mercy's  kind  hour! 

—  3  0,  shall  it  be  said, 

The  Son  of  God  bled, 
Expiring  in  shame  on  the  tree. 


552  HYMN  369.  [triumph  of 

And  that  ye  despise 

The  blood-purchas'd  prize, 

Salvation,  eternal  and  free?  allen. 

369.  L.  M.  Timsbury.     Duke  Street. 

Invitation  by  neio  Converts. 
Aff  1  ''COME  ye  ^vith  us,  we'll  do  you  good  ;"— 
We're  trav'lling  to  the  promis'd  place. 
Where,  ransom'd  by  atoning  blood, 
We  hope  to  see  our  Savior's  face. 

3  ''Come  ye  with  us:" — of  late  we  wore 
The  weary  chain,  like   Egypt's  thralls  ; 
But  now,  releas'd,  we're  slaves  no  more! 
O  come,  and  then  your  shackle  falls ! 

3  "Come  ye  with  us:" — we've  passed  the  sea, 
Unhurt,  and,  though  in  desert  drear, 

God  is  our  guard,  and  e'er  will  be ! — 
O,  come,  and  ye  shall  nothing  fear ! 

4  "Come  ye  with  us:" — O,  say  not,  "no!" 
Stay  not  behind,  ye  friends,  we  love  ; 
But  come,  and  taste  the  joys,  we  know, — 
Come,  seek  the  home,  we  seek  above. 

5  "Come  ye  with  us  ; — w^e'll  do  you  good ;" 
We're  trav'lling  to  the  promis'd  place. 
Where,  ransom'd  by  atoning  blood. 

We  hope  to  see  our  Savior's  face !  allen. 

370.  C.  xM.  St.  Martin's.      China. 

Meeting  of  a  Bible,  or  Missionary  Society. 
aff  1   O  LORD,  the  glorious  King  above. 
And  Head  of  Church  below ! 
Thy  wondrous  grace,  and  pow'r,  and  love 
Let  all  the  nations  know. 

2  Where'er  the  sun  doth  pour  his  light, 
And  darkness  turns  to  day. 
Let  Truth  shine  forth, with  beams  most  bright, 
And  error  chase  away. 


Where'er  the  foot  of  man  doth  tread 
Beneath  the  cope  of  sky, 


THE  GOSPEL.  HYMN  372.  553 

mf      There  let  the  Gospel-Heralds  spread 
Glad  tidings,  life,  and  joy! 

mp  4  Blest  Jesus!  come  ;  O,  come,  and  reign  ; 

Let  earth  her  King  adore ! 
f         Then  all  thy  hosts,  in  loudest  strain, 

<  Shall  praise  Thee  evermore !         allen. 

371.  L.    M.  Hebron.     German  Hymn. 
Meeting  of  a  Missionary  Society. 

Aff  1  WE  meet,  0  Lord,  through  earth  to  spread 
The  truth,  for  which  the  martyrs  bled  ; 
Along  the  line, — to  either  pole, — 
The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll ! 

2  Our  pray'rs  assist, — accept  our  praise, — 
Our  hopes  revive, — our  courage  raise  ; — 
Our  counsels  aid, — to  each  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

jnf  3  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  go ! 
Let  darken'd  minds  thy  gospel  know ! 
From  Ziou's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 

<  And  spread  it  through  the  earth  around. 

pratt's  coll. 

372.  (i.  128.)         L.  M.         Arnheim.     Old  Hundred. 

Commission  of  the  Apostles- 

1  GO,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord  ; 
"Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive: 
They  shall  be  sav'd,  who  trust  my  word. 
And  they  condemned,  who  disbelieve. 

2  "I'll  make  your  great  commission  known. 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 

By  all  the  works,  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders,  ye  shall  do. 

3  "Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
I'm  with  you,  till  the  world  shall  end: 
All  pow'r  is  trusted  in  my  hands  5 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake, —  and  light  shone  round  his  head ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  He  rode  j 

rof      They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascended  God!         watts. 
47 


1 


554  HYMN   373.  [triumph  of 

373.  (ii,  144.)  L.  M.        Sterling.     Antigua. 
The  Gospel  conquering  the  A'^ations. 

mf  1  WELL  arm'djChrist  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north, 
''Go  ye,  nor  fear  disgrace  and  loss  ; 
Go,  spread  the  myst'ry  of  my  cross!" 

2  The  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  the  stubborn  passions  bow. 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low ! 

3  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  the  heav'nly  arms  subdued: 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss, 

And  dreads  the  triumphs  of  the  cross. 

AfT  4  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  subdue  ; 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  sing  the  vict'ries  of  his  word!  watts. 

374,  8,  7,  &  4.  Brest.         Missionary  H. 
A  Voice  from  the  perishing  Heathens- 

1  HARK  !  we  hear  a  voice  outcrying, 
Wafted  from  the  pagan  shore, — 

mp      "Come  and  help  us,  we  are  dying. 
Give  us  light;  we  ask  no  more!" — 

mf  We  will  help  you  ; 

You  our  Savior  shall  adore ! 

2  Yes,  our  glorious  King  in  heaven 
O'er  the  earth  shall  surely  reign! — 

nap      "Shall  not  help  to  us  be  given .^ 

Must  we  weep  our  woes  in  vain  .^" — 

Bflf  We  will  send  you 

Healing  balm  for  all  your  pain. 

3  Jesus!  let  thy  kingdom  flourish. 
Let  thy  love  the  world  o'erflow ! — 

mp      "Help  us  quickly,  or  we  perish, 

Midst  your  words,  which  kindly  flow ! — " 

mf      We  will  help  you, 

Ye  salvation's  joys  shall  know !  allen. 


THE  GOSPEL.]  HYMN  376.  555 

375.  "^*  Southampton.     Broad  Street. 
JMissionaries  encouraged. 

mf  1   GO,  ye  messengers  of  light. 
Clad  in  holy  armor  bright. 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above, 
Heralds  of  redeeming  love! 

2  Go  ye,  where  the  crescent  gleams  ; 
There  outpour  truth's  glowing  beams 
On  the  wikler'd,  darken'd  eye  ; 
Bear  the  saving  cross  on  high ! 

S  Go,  where  idol  temples  rise, 

Mocking  Him,  who  made  the  skies  ; 
Soon  shall  tall  each  impious  tower, 
Smitten  by  the  gospel's  power. 

4  Fear  ye  not,  for  God  is  strong  ; 
Ye  shall  lift  triumphant  song, 
Ransom'd  souls  with  you  shall  sing 
Praises  unto  Zion-s  King  ! 

5  Go,  ye  messengers  of  light, 
Clad  in  holy  armor  bright. 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above. 

Heralds  of  redeeming  love  1  allex. 

376.  L.M.  Walton.     Rothwell. 
Zioivs  Heralds.  Isa.  52. 

1  LO,  on  the  mountains,  0  how  fair 
The  feet  of  Zion's  heralds  are. 
Who  come  glad  tidings  to  proclaim, 
And  teach  lost  men  the  Savior's  name.'* 

2  They  publish  mercy,  peace,  and  grace. 
Salvation  to  a  ruin'd  race, 

Tidings  of  good  to  all  the  world. 
For  Satan  from  his  throne  is  hurled, 

S  They  say  to  Zion,  ''-Lo,  thy  God 
Victorious  sends  his  truth  abroad  ; 
Thy  monarch  reigneth,  and  his  hand 
No  arm  of  evil  can  withstand.'^ 

mf  4  Then,  Zion's  sons,  extol  your  King, 
And,  joyous,  his  wide  triumphs  sing  ; 


5oQ  HYMN  377.  [triu3iph  of^ 

His  light  o'er  all  the  nation?  gleams. 

And  all  the  earth  shall  see  his  beams',     allen. 

377.  S.  M.         St.  Thomas.     Watchman. 
^Missionaries  encouraged. 

1  YE  messengers  of  God, 
Christ's  sov'reign  voice  obey! 
Go,  follow  in  the  paths,  He  trod, 
And  peace  attend  your  way ! 

ii  The  Master,  whom  you  love, 
AVill  needful  strength  bestow  ; 
Depending  on  his  might  above. 
With  fearless  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 
Jesus,  the  King  of  Zion,  reigns, 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes  ! 

mf  4  Go,  spread  the  Savior's  name, 
His  matchless  mercy  tell  ; 
The  wonders  of  his  love  proclaim 
To  all,  on  earth  who  dwell!  voke. 

378.  S  &  7.  Greenville.    Washington. 
On  the  Departure  of  a  Missionary. 

1  HOME,  the  scene  of  love  and  gladness. 
Wound  so  close  about  my  heart. 
Is  it  not  with  deepest  sadness. 
That  from  thee  I  now  depart  ^ 
'Tis  with  sadness, — 'tis  with  anguish, — 
But  with  heav'nly  pleasure  too  ; 
Now  my  spirits  droop  and  languish, — 
Now  with  joy  I  say,  ''^'adieu!'' 

2  If  sweet  home  I'm  now  forsaking. 
All  my  friends  and  kindred  dear, 
Sure  my  heart  is  well  nigh  breaking  ; — 
Whence  then  comes  the  mingled  cheer? 

mf      'Tis  becasue  a  light  is  gleaming 
On  my  path  from  heav'n  above  ; 
And  because  'tis  all  beseeming, 
I  should  do  this  work  of  love  ! 


* 


THE  GOSPEL.]  HYMN  380.  557 

Aff  3  Jesus! — if  He  once  descended 
From  his  home  beyond  the  sky. 
Not  by  angel  hosts  attended. 
But  a  servant,  born  to  die  ; 
If  He  came  to  bring  salvation, 
Man  to  reconcile  to  God, 
Saying,  ''preach  to  ev'ry  nation 
Peace  and  pardon  through  my  blood : — '' 

4  Can  I,  then^  refuse  the  mission, 
From  the  love  of  selfish  joys? 
High  and  glorious  the  commission ! 
Rich  the  grace,  which  me  employs! 
mf      Cheerful  then,  the  earth  resigning, 
Pilgrim-herald  I  will  roam : — 
I  will  toil  without  repining  ; 
Heav'n  at  last  shall  be  my  home!         allen. 

3/9.  7  4' 6.  ^Jiss.  Hymn.      Romairte, 

Prayer  for  Missionaries  on  their  Voyage. 
1  ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean. 
And,  as  thy  billows  rise, 
And  toss  in  wild  commotion. 
And  heave  unto  the  skies, 
Lo,  onward  still  is  moving 
The  bark  with  precious  freight. 
And  still  that  bark  is  proving. 
Jesus,  thy  mercy  great ! 

Aff  2  Lord,  be  Thou  still  beside  them 
Through  all  their  wat-ry  way, 
And  let  no  ill  betide  them, 
Till  they  shall  joyful  say, — 
'•Lo,  yonder  is  the  mountain, 
On  which  our  feet  shall  stand, 
And  we  will  ope  life's  fountain 
To  this  parch'd,  heathen  laud !''         allex. 

OoO.  8,  7  &  4.  Zion.     Greenville. 

At  the  Departure  of  a  Missionary. 

1  YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee  ; 
All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well, 
Nor  for  aught  do  I  reprove  thee, 
47* 


6oS  HYMN  381.  [triumph  of 

Though  I  bid  thee  now  farewell; 

Can  I  leave  thee^ 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home!  thy  joys  are  heart-entrancing, 
JoySj  no  stranger-heart  can  tell ! 

Home !  my  thoughts  to  thee  are  glancing  ; 
Can  I  say  to  thee.  Farewell? 

Can  I  leave  thee. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure. 
Holy  days  and  sabbath  bell, 
Sweetest  joys,  and  richest  treasure! 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
•  Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten,  though  full  sadly. 
From  the  scenes,  I  love  so  well  ; 
Grieving,  still  I  leave  them  gladly  -, 
Home  and  native  land,  farewell! 

Pleas'd,  I  leave  you. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  I  to  God  would  be  approved : 
On  the  mountains  I  would  tell, 
How  He  died. — God's  Son  beloved, — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell : 

Home  !  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean; 
Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell  ; 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion. 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell ! 

Home !  I  leave  thee  ; 
Native  land!  Farewell,  Farewell! 

S.   K.   SMITH. 

381.  8  &  7.  Wilmot.     Sicilian  H. 

On  the  Departure  of  Missionaries- 

1  *'G0  and  preach  to  ev'ry  creature!" — 
Such  the  Savior's  last  command, 
Not  excepting  hue  or  feature. 
Burning  clime  or  barb'rous  land. 


t 


THE  GOSPEL.]  HYMN  382.  559 

2  Look  to  China's  countless  millions  : 
Look  to  Afric's  dark-hued  race  ; 
Look  to  Araby's  pavilions  ; 
Nation  after  nation  trace. 

>   3  They  are  sinking,  they  are  dying. 

Losing  heav'nly  bliss  above: 
—      Loud  to  us  their  voice  is  crying, — 

''Come  and  save  us  in  your  love !" 

4  Who  is  ready  now  to  sever 

Bands,  that  round  his  heart  entwine? 
Who  will  go,  resolving  never 
Under  sufPrings  to  repine.^ 
Missionaries. 
^p  5  "We  are  willing  to  dissever 

Bands,  that  round  our  hearts  entwine: 
Pray  for  us,  that  we  may  never 
Arduous  work  for  Christ  decline  !" 
Chorus. 
,m(  6  Go,  and  preach  the  great  salvation  ; 
Spread  the  Savior's  name  abroad, 
Till  'tis  known  in  ev'ry  nation: — 
Great  is  your  reward  with  God!         allen. 

382.  12s.  Duren. 

The  Isles  of  the  West  congratulated. 

1  YE  Isles  of  the  West,  although  once  in  deep  sadness, 
Yet  now  all  your  gloom  is  succeeded  by  gladness  : 

A  light  hath  arisen,  outshining  and  glorious, 
O'er  idols  the  gospel  of  Christ  is  victorious  ! 

2  Alas!  Ye  may  weep,  as  the  past  ye  do  ponder 

And  think  of  your  crimes  with  compunction  and  wonder  ; 
For  deep  was  your  guilt,  while  to  truth  ye  were  strangers, 
And  blindly  ye  walk'd  in  the  midst  of  great  dangers. 

3  The  mists,  they  are  fled,  and  the  sun  is  outbeaming  ; 
From  wells  of  salvation  your  joys  are  now  streaming  ; 
How  great  was  the  love,  which  your  sins  hath  forgiven, 
How  great  is  the  mercy  of  Jesus  in  heaven  ? 

4  Ye  Isles  of  the  West,  now  your  vallies  are  ringing 
With  shouts  and  with  praise  and  the  voice  of  sweet  singing; 
O  live  to  your  Savior  I  Let  nothing  dissever 

Your  heart  from  the  Lord  ;  so  you'll  praise  Him  forever  I 

ALLEN. 


560  HYMN  383.  [triumph  of 

383.  S.M,  Dover.     St.  Thomas. 
The  Field  of  the   World, 

1  SOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed. 
At  eve  hold  not  thine  hand  ; 

To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed  ; 
Broad-cast  it  round  the  land. 

2  The  good,  the  faithful  ground 
Expect  not  here  nor  there  ; 

O'er  hill  and  dale,  by  plots,  'tis  found  ; — 
Go  forth  then  ev'ry  where. 

3  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 

The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 

And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 
Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

5  Thence,  when  the  glorious  end, 
The  day  of  God  is  come, 

The  angel  reapers  shall  descend, 
f         And  Heav'n  sing  '^HarvestHome!" 

MONTGOMERY. 

384,  7  &  6.  Miss.  Hymn.     Romaine, 
The  Conversion  of  the  World. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains  ; 
From  India's  coral  strand  : 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  5 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 
Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle. 
And  ev'ry  prospect  pleases? — 

mp      Yet  man,  alas,  is  vile ! 
—       In  vain,  with  lavish  kindness. 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 


THE  GOSPEL.] 


HYMN  385. 


561 


The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

S  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
By  wisdom  from  on  high, — 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 
The  lamp  of  life  deny? — 
mf      Salvation  ! — O  salvation  ! 
The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 
Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft, — waft,  ye  winds,  his  story ! 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, — 
It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain. 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
Returns  in  bliss  to  reign !  heber. 


385.  H.  M.  Marah.    DarweiPs. 

Zio7i  restored.     Isa.  52. 
1  0,  ZION,  now^  awake  ; 
Be  thou  in  strength  arrayed  ; 
Let  joyful  songs  outbreak 
For  pow'r  divine  displayed  ; 
For  thou,  Jerusalem,  shalt  rise 
In  glory  on  our  woud'ring  eyes! 

mp      2  How  beautiful  the  feet, 

Upon  the  mountains  high, 

Of  him,  whose  voice,  most  sweet, 

Proclaims  salvation  nigh.^ 

mf      That  spreads  good  tidings  far  abroad, 
That  saith  to  "Zion,— lo,  thy  God ! 

S  Break  forth  in  joyful  songs, 

Jerusalem  most  blest ! 

God  hath  redress'd  thy  wrongs, 

And  giveth  joy  and  rest ! 
His  saving  power  and  majesty 
The  earth's  remotest  tribes  shall  see !      al 


562  HYMN  386.  [triumph  of 

386.  (i.  65.)  L,  M.  Mendon.    Antigua. 

The  World  subjected  to  Christ- 

1  LET  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high  ; 
Let  shouts  be  heard  through  all  the  sky ! 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Let  all,  0  God,  thy  glories  see. 
Who  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  be ! 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  w^ho  once  wast  slain, 
Forever  live,  forever  reign ! 

3  Soon  must  the  rising  dead  appear  ; 
Soon  the  decisive  sentence  hear: 
Soon  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  endless,  rich  reward!         watts. 

387.  (i.  58.)  L,  M.  St.  Paul's.    Trenton. 

Overthrow  of  Satan. 
1  DOWN  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown  ; 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell: 
mf      Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, 
mp      And  shook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

—  2  Now  is  the  hour  of  darkness  past, 

Christ  has  assum'd  his  reigning  power: 
Behold  the  great  accuser  cast 

>       Down  from  the  skies,  to  rise  no  more. 

mf  3  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns  ;  let  ev'ry  star 

Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  sky: 
Saints,  while  ye  sing  the  heav'nly  war. 
Raise  your  Deliverer's  name  on  high !    watts. 

Ooo.  L.  M.  Arnheim,    Blendon. 

Fall  of  Babylon.         Rev.  18. 
1   THE  angeblifted  high  the  stone. 
Then  cast  it  in  the  sea,  and  cried, — 
"Thus  sinks  proud,  blood-stain'd  Babylon 
In  all  her  glorious  state  and  pride !" 

^  Down  sank  the  mighty  stone  ;  and  straight 
The  earth  did  seem,  like  sea,  to  swell, 
And  shook  beneath  the  guilty  wxight ; 
In  ruin  wide  the  city  fell. 


THE  GOSPEL.]  HYMN  390.  563 

S  "Alas,  that  city!"  cry  great  kings. 
Who  well  her  sorceries  had  known, 
Who  oft  had  brought  their  offerings, 
"Alas,  that  city,  Babylon!" 

4  Lord,  let  the  antichristian  power, 
Stained  with  the  blood  of  martyrs  slain, 
Sink  down  in  ruin  in  an  hour. 
And  never  smite  the  good  again !  allen. 

389.  L.  M.  Nazareih.     Bath. 

Fall  of  Babylon,  or  of  Rome.         Rev.  18. 

1  HER  shorn  and  mitred  merchants  weep  ; 
They  lose,  with  her,  their  gainful  trade 
Of  long  indulgences,  to  keep 

Men's  souls  from  hell,  for  silver  weighed  ; — 

2  Their  trade  of  oil  and  relics  cheap, — 
As  sainth'  bones  in  grave-yard  laid, — 
Of  beads,  and  bulls,  and  wares  a  heap. 
And  silver  crosses,  high  displayed ! 

3  By  sale  of  these,  and  masses  vain, 
And  idols  both  of  wood  and  stone, — 
A  countless,  soul-deceiving  train, — 
Their  priestly,  princely  pow'r  had  grown. 

4  Seeing  her  smoke,  they  cry  amain, 
"Alas  for  her,  now  overthrown! 
Now  ceases  all  our  mighty  gain ! 

Alas,  that  city,  Babylon  !"     '  allen^ 

OyU.  7  &  6.  Missionary  H.     Romaine,, 

Jerusalem  to  he  restored. 

1  WHERE  once  the  temple^'s  towers 
Were  rear'd  on  Zion's  height, 
Secur'd  from  hostile  powers 

By  uncreated  might. 
There  now  a  mosque,  in  terror, 
Lifts  minaret  and  dome  ; 
The  prophet  there  of  error 
Is  seated  in  his  home ! 

2  How  chang'd  the  voice  of  gladness. 
Which  rung  through  all  God's  courts? 


564  HYMN  391.  [triumph  of 

For  joy  is  turn'd  to  sadness  ; — 
Imposture  there  resorts! 
And  shall  imposture  ever 
On  Zion  have  its  throne? 
And  JesuSj  Savior,  never 
In  Salem  reign  alone  ? 

mf  3  O  Zion,  on  thy  mountain 

Thy  glorious  King  shall  stand. 

And  Siloa's  copious  fountain 

Spread  joy  through  all  the  land  ; 

Mohammed's  dire  delusion 

Shall  flee  before  the  light. 

And  truth,  without  illusion. 

Shall  cheer  the  raptur'd  sight !  allei*. 

391,  L.  M.  Stonefield.    Duke  Street. 

Prayer  for  the  Jews. 

1  DISOWN'D  of  heav'n,  by  man  oppressed^ 
Outcasts  from  Zion's  hallow'd  ground, 

O,  why  should  Israel's  sons,  once  blest. 
Still  roam  the  scorning  world  around? 

2  Lord !  visit  thy  forsaken  race. 

Back  to  thy  fold  the  wand'rers  bring  ; 
Teach  them  to  seek  thy  slighted  grace. 
And  hail  in  Christ  their  promis'd  King. 

3  The  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain, 
Which  hides  their  Shiloh's  glorious  light  \ 
The  sever'd  olive  branch  again 

Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite. 

mf  4  Hail,  glorious  day,  expected  long, 

When  Jew  and  Greek  one  pray'r  shall  pour. 
With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng, 
With  grateful  praise  one  God  adore ! 

EPISC.   COLL. 

392.  7s.  Norwich.      Fairfax, 

Ethiopia  shall  stretch  out  her  Hands  to  God. 
mp  1  HARK!  that  shriek  at  dawning  hour! 
'T  is  the  mother's  cry  forlorn, 
As  she  sees,  by  ruthless  power 
All  her  lov'd  ones  from  her  torn ! 


THE  GOSPEL.]  HYMN  394.  565 

2  Torn  to  speed  across  the  main  ; — 
There  in  market  to  be  sold, — 
There  to  wear  a  galling  chain, 
And  to  feel  their  griefs  untold. — 

mf  3  Ne'er  again  shall  slaver's  band 
Terror  spread  and  ruin  wide 
Over,  Afric,  thy  fair  land, 
Rushing,  like  the  torrent's  tide ! 

4  Lo,  the  Ethiop  shall  extend 
Rev'rent  hands  unto  his  God^ 
Ne'er  again  to  idol  bend, 
Quitting  dang'rous  paths,  once  trod. 

5  On  the  long,  terrific  niofht, 
Brooding,  Africa!  o'er  thee, 

Truth  shall  pour  its  cheering  light,  ' 

And  thy  chained  sons  be  free  !  allejt. 

393.  L.  M.         Duke  Street.     Uxbridge. 
Kingdom  of  Christ.         Isa.  11. 

1  FROM  Jesse's  root  a  branch  shall  spring. 
And  o'er  the  earth  its  shadows  fling  ; 

A  wise  and  holy  Prince  shall  rise 
With  might,  descended  from  the  skies. 

2  He  justly  will  the  wicked  smite. 
And  vindicate  the  poor  man's  right ; 
His  favor  all  the  world  shall  bless 
With  truth,  and  peace,  and  righteousness. 

3  The  wolf  and  lamb  together  feed, 
The  leopard  lies  down  with  the  kid  ; 
The  calf,  and  bear,  and  lion  wild 
Are  led  by  hand  of  little  child. 

4  The  infant  with  the  asp  shall  play, 
Nor  cockatrice  shall  give  dismay  ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  God's  truth  shall  flow, 
As  waters  flU  the  sea  below  !  allex. 

394.  7  &  6,         Missionary  H.      Romaine. 
Conversion  of  the  ^"ations. 

mf  1  WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along  r 

48 


566  HYMN  395.  [triumph  of 

When  hil]  and  valley  ringing 
AVith  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended. 
And  Him,  who  once  was  slain. 
Again  to  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign  ! 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply. 
High  tow'r  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
f         All  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound!  pratt's  coll. 

395.  H.  M,  Murray.   St.  Philip's. 
Conversion  of  the  Worlds 

1  RISE,  Sun  of  glory,— rise! 
And  chase  those  shades  of  night. 
Which  now  obscure  the  skies, 
And  hide  thy  sacred  light  ; 

O,  chase  those  dismal  shades  away,  -■ 

And  bring  the  bright,  millennial  day !  ■ 

2  Now  send  thy  Spirit  down  i 
On  all  the  nations.  Lord! 
With  great  success  to  crown 
The  preaching  of  thy  word  ; 

That  heathen  lands  may  own  thy  sway. 
And  cast  their  idol-gods  away. 

3  Then  shall  thy  kingdom  come 
Among  our  fallen  race. 
And  all  the  earth  become 
The  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 

Whence  pure  devotion  shall  ascend, 
And  songs  of  praise,  till  time  shall  end! 
pratt's  coll« 

396.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's.     London. 
Conversion  of  the    World. 

1   GREx\T  God!  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  outbeaming  tbrth, 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  shine. 


I 
I 


THE  GOSPEL.]  HYMN  398.  567 

Aft'  2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  ])rought 
Thy  gospel  to  our  race. — 
Thy  mercy's  stores  beyond  all  thought, — 
The  treasures  of  thy  grace  ! 

3  0,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  ev'ry  soul,  in  sin  now  dead, 
Shall  hear  the  quick'ning  sound  .^ 

4  Lord,  let  thy  blessed  truth  be  known  ! 
mf      O  spread  the  gospel's  rays  ; 

And  build  on  sin's  demolish'd  throne 

A  temple  to  thy  praise !  gibbons. 

397.  L-  M  Mendon,     Ellenthorpe. 
Conversion  of  the   World. 

1  ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake! — awake! 
Put  on  thy  strength, — the  nations  shake! 
Now  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy,  wrought  by  Thee  I 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  thy  throne, 
^'I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone!" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground ! 

3  Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come  ! 

O,  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home! 
Soon  may  our  wond'ring  eyes  behold 
Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Jesus'  fold ! 

4  Almighty  God !  thy  grace  proclaim 
Through  ev'ry  clime, — of  ev'ry  name! 
Let  hostile  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Savior  Lord  of  all ! 

burder's  coll. 

398.  7s.  Rutland.     Turin. 
Conversion  of  the  World.  Isa.  35. 

1  IN  the  lands,  which  seem  accurst. 

Where  no  verdure  clothes  the  ground, 
mf      There  the  waters  shall  outburst. 
There  all  virtues  shall  abound  : 
Truth,  a  living  stream,  shall  flow, 
Earth  refreshing  joys  shall  know ! 


568  HYMN  399.  [triumph  of 

2  Lo,the  wild  lifts  gladsome  voice, — 

Chang'd  to  tVuitfulness  its  doom: 
Dreary  desert  doth  rejoice, 

And  appears  in  Eden's  bloom: — 
They  behold  God's  glorious  word, — 
Wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 

3  Now  the  light  doth  cheer  the  blind  ; 
mp  Sweetest  sounds  the  deaf  employ  ; 
—       Like  the  bounding  hart,  or  hind, 

Now  the  lame  man  leaps  for  joy: 
ta(      Now  the  dumb  doth  joyful  sing 
<:       Grateful  praise  to  Zion's  King!         allen. 

399.  C,  M.  Stephens.     Colchester. 

Universal  Spread  of  the  Gospeh         Isa.  35. 
1  O'ER  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God 
In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Above  the  his^hest  hills  untrod, 


2  To  this  the  nations,  fill'd  with  joy, 
All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow  ; 

mf      ^'Up  to  the  mount  of  God,"  they  cry, 
*^And  to  his  house  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams,  from  Zion's  hill  that  shine , 
Shall  brighten  ev'ry  land  ; 

Salem's  exalted  King  divine 
Shall  soon  the  world  command. 

mp  4  No  battle's  sound,  nor  hostile  feat 
Disturbs  those  happy  years  ; 
To  ploughshares  men  their  swords  shall  beat, 
To  pruning  hooks  their  spears. 

mp  5  No  longer  host,  encount'ring  host. 
Shall  heaps  of  slain  deplore  ; 
Men  all  their  martial  skill  have  lost. 
And  study  war  no  more!  scotch  par. 

400.  7s.  WJhnot.     Bhie  Town. 

Influence  of  the  Gospel.    Isa.  53. 
1  HARK !  the  wastes  have  found  a  voice ! 
Lonely  deserts  now  rejoice  ! 


THE  GOSPEL.]  HYMN  401.  569 

Gladsome  hallelujahs  sing: 
All  around  with  praises  ring. 

2  Lo !  abundant]}'  they  bloom, 
Lebanon  is  hither  come: 
CarmePs  stores  the  heav'ns  dispense, 
Sharon's  fertile  excellence. 

3  See,  these  barren  souls  of  ours 
Bloom,  and  put  forth  fruits  and  flowers, 
Flow'rs  of  Eden,  fruits  of  grace. — 
Peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness! 

4  Blind  we  were  ;  but.  Lord,  we  see  ; 
Deaf  ;  we  hearken  now  to  Thee: 
Dumb  ;  for  Thee  our  tongues  employ: 
Lame  ;  and,  lo !  we  leap  for  joy. 

5  Faint  we  were,  and  parch Vl  with  drought  ; 
Water  at  thy  word  gush'd  out: 

Streams  of  grace  our  thirst  repress. 

Starting  from  the  wilderness  !     wesley's  coll. 

401 .  8  &  7.  Monmouth.     [In  "Choir."] 

KingdoTii  of  Christ  Universal. 
aff  1   GREAT  Khig  of  Zion!  Thou  shalt  reign 
O'er  ev'ry  tribe  and  nation, 
And  loud  shall  sound  o'er  hill  and  plain 

The  wonders  of  salvation : 
Thy  gospel,  a  resplendent  light. 
Shall  put  all  evil  shapes  to  flight  ; 
All  men  shall  see  its  glory ! 

mf  2  I  see  the  idols  tott'ring  round, 

I  see  their  temples  shaking, 
I  see  them  falling  to  the  ground. 

In  thousand  fragments  breaking: — 
No  idol's  house  again  shall  rise. 
Nor  vain  illusion  cheat  the  eyes, 

Nor  ear  shall  hear  their  stor}'! 

3  No  more  shall  battle-trumpet  ring. 
Nor  longer  roll  war's  thunder  3 
Their  chains  shall  fall,  th'  oppress'd  shall  sing 
In  new  and  joyful  wonder: 

48* 


570  HYMN  402.  [various 

All  crimes  shall  cease  of  ev'ry  hue, 
And  naught  of  ill  shall  meet  the  view  ; 

All  men  shall  see  thy  glory !  alle>'. 

40^.  7s.  IVuremburg.     Broad  Street. 

Paradise  on  Earth. 

1  LOj  the  earth,  array'd  in  light, 
Shines  out  glorious  to  the  sight! 
See  the  wilderness  assume 

All  the  tints  of  Eden's  bloom! 

2  In  the  desert  shall  the  stream 
On  the  thirsty  trav'Uer  gleam. 
And  the  rills  and  fountains  round 
Gladden  all  the  parched  ground. 

S  Fir  trees  shall  the  thorn  displace  ; — 
Myrtles  flourish  in  their  grace, — 
Where  the  brier  wide  was  spread, 
With  his  prickles  sharp  and  dread. 

mf  4  Hark!  the  glad,  exulting  word! 
Earth  rejoices  in  the  Lord, — 
In  his  mercy  from  above, 
In  the  wonders  of  his  love!         allex. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. 


403.  (i.  79.)  L.  M.         Winchelsea.    Winchester. 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

1  GOD  of  the  morning  !  at  thy  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And,  like  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 

2  0,  like  the  sun.  may  I  fulfil 

Th'  appointed  duties  ot  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind,  and  active  will, 
March  on  and  keep  my  heav'uly  way. 

S  Lord,  thy  commands  are  good  and  pure, 

Enlightening  my  beclouded  eyes, 

Thy  threat'nings  just,  thy  promise  sure  ; 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise ! 


OCCASION'S.]  HYiMN  405.  571 

4  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 
And  bring  me  to  eternal  rest: 
I  there  would  be  fore'er  allied 
With  saints  redeemed,  in  glory  Idlest!     watts. 

404f,         (i-  SI.)  L,  M.         Rockingham,     Seasons. 

Morning  and  Evening. 
Aff  1  MY  God,  how  lasting  is  thy  love! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  ev'ning  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night. 
Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  so V- reign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 
To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 

mf      Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 

Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise,     watts. 

405.  ^-  M.  Pilesgrove.    Timsbury. 

Morning  ^ 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  dut}^  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Thy  precious  time,  misspent,  redeem  ; 
Each  present  day  thy  last  esteem  ; 
Improve  thy  talent  with  due  care  \ 
For  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  In  conversation  be  sincere. 

Keep  conscience  as  the  noon-tide  clear: 
Think  how  th'  all-seeing  God  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  surveys. 

4  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

5  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew  y 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  j 


612  HYMN  406.  [various 

Guard  mj^  first  springs  of  thought  and  will. 
And  with  thyself  njy'spirit  fill. 

6  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day 
AH,  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 
That  all  my  pow'rs,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite.  ken. 

406.  L.  M.  Walton.     Wells. 
Evening. 

1  GLORY  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light  ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me.  King  of  kings. 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill,  that  I  this  day  have  done. 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee 
1,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little,  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment  day. 

4  0,  may  mv  soul  on  Thee  repose, 
iVnd  with  sweet  sleep  mine  e}  elids  close  ; 
Sleep,  which  may  me  more  vig'rous  make 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie. 
My  soul  with  heav'nly  thoughts  supply: 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  pow'rs  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Let  my  blest  Guardian,  while  I  sleep. 
His  watchful  station  near  me  keep, 
My  heart  A^  ith  love  celestial  fill, 
And  guard  me  from  th'  approach  of  ill.     k 

407.  L.    M.  Walton.     Pilesgrove. 

Midnight. 
1  BLEST  angels,  while  we,  silent  lie, 
You  hallelujahs  sing  on  high* 
You  joyful  hymn  the  ever-blest 
JBefore  the  throne,  and  never  rest. 


I 


1 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  403.  o73 

2  I  with  your  choir  celestial  join 
In  off  ring  up  a  hymn  divine; 
With  you  in  heav'n  I  hope  to  dwell, 
And  bid  the  night  and  world  farewell- 

3  All  praise  to  Thee,  in  light  arrayed, 
Who  light  thy  dwelling  place  hast  made: 
A  boundless  ocean  of  bright  l>eanis 
From  thy  all-glorious  Godhead  streams, 

4  Blest  Jesus,  Thou,  on  heav'n  intent, 
Whole  nights  hast  in  devotion  spent; 
But  I,  frail  creature,  soon  am  tired, 
And  all  my  zeal  is  soon  expired, 

5  Shine  on  me.  Lord,  new  life  impart, 
Fresh  ardor  kindle  in  my  heart; 
One  ray  of  thy  all-qnick'ning  light 

Dispels  the  sloth  and  clouds  of  night,        k:e>"- 

408.  7  s,  Wilmot.     Blue  Town, 

Morning, 

1  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  as  the  sun 
Giant-like  goes  on  his  way, 

And  untirVl  doth  westward  run, 
So  thy  course  pursue  this  da\\ 

2  Lo,  the  sun  gilds  mountain's  height, 
Spreads  his  beams  along  each  vale. 
Turns  all  gloominess  to  lisrht, 

And  all  eyes  his  rising  hail: 

3  So  should'st  thou  spread  truth  around 
In  thine  own  appointed  sphere; 
Truth,  that  makes  pure  joys  abound, 
Truth,  that  darken'd  minds  doth  cheer. 

4  So  should'st  thou  by  warmth  of  lore, 
By  kind  influence  wide  diffused, 
Gladden  hearts,  which  grief  doth  move, 
Bless  the  souls,  by  wrongs  abused. 

5  Glorious  is  the  orb  of  day, 
Needing  none  to  say,  he's  bright! 
So  should'st  thou  to  all  display 

Strong  example  of  the  right.  • 


574  HYMN  409.  [various 

6  Where's  the  arm,  that  wheels  the  sun? 
Where's  the  power,  that  lights  his  flame? 
Blessed  God  !  thy  will  be  done  ! 

Let  the  world  extol  thy  name !  allen. 

409,  7  s.  Wilson.     Blue  Town. 

Evening. 
1  WELCOME  is  the  evening  shade 
To  the  toiler  through  the  day. 
When,  his  debt  of  duty  paid. 
He  reposes,  as  he  may. 

aff  2  Gloiy,  Lord,  I  give  thy  name 
For  thy  watchful  care  and  love ! 
Thou  hast  strengthen'd  all  my  frame. 
Thou  hast  bless'd  me  from  above. 

S  In  this  day  how  many  eyes 

Have  been  clos'd  in  deepest  night? 
In  this  day  how  many  cries 
Have  been  rais'd  in  wild  affright? 

4  Blessed  God !  thy  mighty  arm 
Has  my  weakness  guarded  well; 
Thou  hast  shielded  me  from  harm, 
Thou  hast  kept  me  up  from  hell. 

—  5  Midst  the  day's  disturbing  cares. 

Midst  the  tempting  forms  of  things, 
Of  my  sin  heart  witness  bears, 
Conscience  wounds  me  with  its  stings. 

aflf  6  Lord,  forgive  me  in  thy  love 

For  the  sake  of  Him,  who  died; 
Never  from  Thee  let  me  rove. 
Never  leave  my  Savior's  side. 

7  Keep  me  in  the  coming  night, 
Guarded  safely  let  me  be; 
Grateful  may  I  see  the  light, 
Rising  for  thy  service  free. 

p     8  From  the  sleep  of  death,  O  Lord, 

—  Let  me  rise  in  last  great  morn, 
m(      Rous'd  up  by  thy  mighty  word. 

For  immortal  glory  born  !  allen. 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  41 1 .  575 

410.  7  s.  Pleyel's  Hymn.     Sharp. 

Midnight. 

1  WHEN  awake  at  noon  of  niirht. 
Lord,  I  find  myself  with  thee: 
Earthy  all  shut  out  from  my  sight, 
Upward  rise  my  thoughts  most  free ! 

2  Soon  the  darkness  overpast, 
Dawn  will  tinge  a  purple  die; 
Soon  the  glorious  sun  will  cast 
Brightest  beams  from  eastern  sky. 

3  Soon  the  grave's  thick,  midnight  jrloom 
Will  invest  me  all  around; 

P         Soon  in  silence  of  the  tomb 
>        I  shall  find  a  sleep  profound. 

mf  4  Yet  the  grave  a  beam  shall  see. 

Brighter,  than  the  sun-beam  bright; 
All  the  gloom  of  death  will  flee, 

<:       All  the  sleepers  rise  in  light  I 

mp  5  But  the  second  death,  how  dark  I 
Never  sun-beam  brightens  there ! 
Dreadful  sentence  !  soul,  now  hark ! — 
'•  Sink,  ye  scorners,  in  despair!" 

6  AVhen  they  sink,  behold  the  wise; 
mf      O,  what  glories  cheer  their  sight ,^ 
They  with  Christ  ascend  the  skies; 
They  shall  dwell  in  heav'n's  own  light ! 

aff  7  Thou,  with  whom  the  night  is  day. 
Who  dost  see  the  inmost  heart. 
Beams  of  mercy,  Lord,  display, — 
Mercy's  beams  to  me  impart!  allen* 

411,  S.   M.  Mornington.     St,  Thomas. 

Eclipse  of  the  Suji^ 
1  THE  sun  withdraws  his  light, 
And,  though  in  mid  career, 
A  pall  conceals  him  from  our  sight. 
And  nature  round  is  drear. 

uip  2  Ah,  should  that  pall  remain, 
And  should  his  shining  cease, 


57G  HYMN  412,  [various 

The  lite  of  man  on  earth  were  pain. 
In  death  alone  were  peace. 

mf  3  A  sun  more  oflorious  shines. 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Whose  spiritual  light  redeems,  refines, 
And  will  forever  bless. 

— »  4  '  Tis  sin  alone,  we  know. 

Shuts  out  his  face  of  love : 

Repent,  O  sinner,  lest  in  wo 
>       The  second  death  thou  prove  !  allen. 

412  7  s.  Rutland,      Broadstreet. 

The  Rainbcno.     Suppoi't  in  Affliction. 

1  WHEN  the  sun  with  cheerful  beams 

Smiles  upon  a  low'ring  sky, 
Soon  its  as])ect  soften'd  seems, 

And  a  rainbow  meets  the  eye: 
While  the  sky  remains  serene. 
This  bright  arch  is  never  seen. 

2  Thus  the  Lord's  supporting  power 

Brightest  to  his  saints  appears; 
When  atiiiction's  threat'ning  hour 

Fills  their  sky  with  clouds  and  fears; 
He  can  wonders  then  perform, — 
Paint  a  rainbow  on  a  storm. 

S  All  their  graces  doubly  shine. 

When  their  troubles  press  them  sore, 
And  the  promises  divine 

Give  them  joys,  unknown  before: 
As  the  colors  of  the  bow 
To  the  cloud  their  brightness  owe.     newton. 

413  5  &  8.  Bethlehem. 

A^ew  Year. 
1  THE  year,  that  is  fled. 
Is  gone  with  the  dead, 
Is  lost  in  the  shadows  of  night; 
mf      Come,  let  us  anew, 
With  glory  in  view, 
Proceed,  like  the  sun  in  his  might. 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  415.  577 

—  C  The  past  wakes  our  tear.Sj 
The  future  our  fears, 
Lest  all  our  bright  prospects  should  fail: 
Then,  Lord,  unto  Thee 
We  all  now  do  flee, 
Lest  sin  and  the  tempter  prevail. 

3  As  time  wings  its  flight, 
May  we  with  delight 
Perform  all  the  work,  Thou  hast  given 3 
And  may  we  at  last, — 
Death's  valley  o'erpast, — 
nif      Attain  to  the  glories  of  heaven!  alle>'. 

414.  C.   M.  Moeveh.     Dundee. 
This   Year  thou  shalt  die. 

1  GAY  youth  !  Do  hope's  delusive  beams 
Attract  thy  giddy  eye : 

Dismiss  thine  idle,  blissful  dreams^ 
For  this  year  thou  shalt  die  ! 

2  Strong  man!  Dost  thou  for  lucre  moil, 
For  fading  honors  sigh.' 

Forbear  thy  fruitless,  worldly  toil. 
For  this  year  thou  shalt  die  ! 

3  Old  man  !  Who  still  dost  grasp  the  sand, 
L^nmindful  of  the  sky, 

Relax  thy  hold,  unloose  thy  hand, 
For  this  year  thou  shalt  die  ! 

4  0  sinner,  hear  sweet  mercy's  strain, 
And  break  each  guilty  tie; 

Then  thou  a  heav'nly  cro^Mi  shalt  gain, 
Though  this  year  thou  shalt  die  !  allek. 

415.  85.  Spring.    Wanworth. 
Spring. 

1  THE  winter  is  past,  that  was  drear, 
The  rains  have  well  moisten'd  the  ground; 
The  flow'rs  on  the  earth  now  appear. 
And  beauty  and  gladness  abound . 

2  The  time  has  now  come,  when  the  h\v^ 
His  song  of  delight  doth  outpour, 

49 


578  HYMN  416.  [various 

And  the  voice  of  the  turtle  is  heard. 
Where  all  was  dead  silence  before. 

S  The  winter  of  sin  in  our  heart, 

Whose  pow'rs  doth  the  ice  hold  in  chain. 
Lord,  hid,  in  thy  mercy,  depart; — 
Let  spring-time  of  good  come  again! 

4  O  Lord,  in  thy  grace  and  thy  love. 
Renew  us,  and  teach  us  thy  ways: 
Then,  grateful,  we^ll  lift  up  above 

Our  songs  never  ending  of  praise  !         allek. 

416.  7s.  Nureinburg.    Blue  Town. 

Sprifig, 

1  JOYFL^L  spring  again  is  here  ! 
Trees  and  fields  in  bloom  appear ! 
Hark !  the  birds,  with  artless  lays. 
Warble  their  Creator's  praise ! 

2  How  the  soul  in  winter,  mourns. 
Till  the  Lord,  the  Sun,  returns? 
Till  the  Spirit's  gentle  rain 
Bids  the  heart  revive  again  ? 

5  Let  me,  Lord,  now  hear  thy  voice  ; 
Bid  my  des'late  soul  rejoice  ; 

O,  beloved  Savior,  haste. 

Tell  me,  all  the  storms  are  past! 

4  Bring  me  up  to  Eden's  bowers  ; 
There  unwith'ring  blow  the  flowers ! 
There  no  chilling  blasts  annoy  ; 
All  is  bloom,  and  love,  and  joy!        newton. 

4«17,  7s,  Turin.     Redeeming  Love. 

Day  of  Thanksgiving. 
mf  1  LORD  !  our  songs  we  lift  to  Thee 
For  thy  bounties,  rich  and  free. 
For  the  verdure  of  the  fleld. 
For  the  fruits,  the  earth  doth  yield, 
For  the  products  of  thy  power, 
For  thy  mercy ^s  ample  store. 

2  Thou  didst  send  the  copious  rain, 
Thou  didst  clothe  in  green  the  plain  ; 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  418.  579 

Thou  didst  make  the  grass  to  spring, 
Thou  the  harvest-joys  didst  hriug  ; 
Dews  and  sunshine  from  thy  hand 
Spread  abundance  through  the  land. 

3  Equal  laws  and  Freedom's  sway, — 
Laws,  which  they,  who  make,  obey  ; 
Learning's  pure,  enlivening  flame, 
Health,  which  braces  all  the  frame, 
Peace,  ^vith  hands  unstain'd  with  blood: — 
Thou  giv'st  all,  0,  Fount  of  good! 

4  Richer  blessings  Thou  hast  given, — 
Truth,  outbeaming  bright  from  heaven, 
Spirit's  influence  from  above. 
Wonders  of  Redeeming  Love, 

Fruits  of  Righteousness  and  Joy: — 
f         These  shall  endless  songs  employ !        allen. 

418.  7s.  Wilraot.     Blue  Towa, 

Our  Country'^s  Blessings^ 

mf  1  SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong  ; 
Saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
Praise  to  heav'n's  almighty  King! 

2  Blessing-s  from  his  lib'ral  hand 
Pour  around  this  happy  land  ; 
Let  our  hearts  beneath  his  sway 
Hail  the  bright,  triumphant  day. 

AS  3  Now^  to  Thee  our  thanks  ascend. 

Thou  hast  been  our  heav'nly  Friend: 
Guarded  by  thy  mighty  power. 
Peace  and  freedom  bless  our  shore. 

4  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sw'ay, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey  ; 
Never  feel  a  tyrant's  rod, 
Ever  own  a  gracious  God. 

mf  5  Hark!  the  voice  of  nature  sings 

Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 

Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
<       And  the  heav'nly  notes  prolong!     presb.  coll. 


580  HYMN  419.  [various 

419.  CM.  Newton.    St.  James. 
Fast  Day. 

1  BEHOLD,  O  Lord,  our  guilty  land, 
Thy  wrath,  O  turn  away: 
We've  broke  thy  holy,  just  command, 
And  crimes  our  souls  dismay. 

2  Thy  name  and  sabbaths,  Lord,  profaned. 
Thy  vengeance  oft  defied. 
With  crimson  spots  our  hands  are  stained: — ^ 
Must  we  thy  wrath  abide  i 

3  How  fiercely  burns  contentious  ire, 
With  slanders,  taunts,  and  sneers.'* 
In  kindled  flames  of  raging  fire 
Our  wide-spread  land  appears. 

4  And  then  oppression  binds  the  yoke, 
Nor  lets  th'  oppress'd  go  free : — 
Thou,  Lord,  canst  not  thy  threats  revoke, 
Unless  we  turn  to  Thee ! 

Aff  5  O,  save  us.  Lord!  our  guilt  forgive  ; 

Reveal  thy  mercy's  power: — 

O  may  we  in  thy  presence  live, 
<       Redeem'd  forevermore !  allen. 

420.  6  &  4.  Dort.     Italian  Hymn. 
Fast  on  Account  of  War. 

1  IN  justice,  Lord,  we  own,  i 
Thou  reignest  on  thy  throne,                                      I 

And  dost  thy  will  3  J 

And  pestilential  star,  1 

And  cruel,  blood-stain'd  war,  ! 

Borne  on  in  thund'ring  car,  ^ 

Thy  word  fulfil.  j 

2  'T  is  guilt,  which  brings  forth  wo  ;  | 
From  sin  our  sorrows  flow:                                         J 

We  bow  to  Thee !  J 

Aff      O,  turn  us  from  our  sin, 
And  make  us  pure  within. 
That  we  may  safety  win. 

From  fears  set  free. 


occisioxs.]  HYMN  422.  581 

3  0,  stay  the  raging  flood, 
And  spare  thy  people's  blood, 

And  peace  restore ! 
Then,  while  shall  flow  our  days, 
mf      Our  grateful  songs  we'll  raise  j 

And  we  will  give  Thee  praise 
<  Forevermore !  allen. 

421.  S.  M.  Boylston.     Watchman, 

The  Close  of  the  Year, 

1  THE  year  is  well-nigh  fled, 
Its  moments  gone  in  haste, 

Its  jo\-s  and  sorrows  with  the  dead  ; — 
And  God  requires  the  past ! 

2  How  little  have  we  done 
With  burning  flame  of  love, 

AV'hen  glorious  crown  we  might  have  won, — 
Immortal  joys  above? 

3  Have  souls,  uncheer'd  with  light, 
Gone  to  the  dreary  tomb. 

When  we,  by  toil  and  pray'rful  might, 
Could  once  have  brought  them  home? 

4  Fled  are  the  days  of  spring ! — 
The  time,  when  man  must  sow, 

If  he  the  harvest  fruits  would  bring, 
And  harvest-shouting  know. 

5  Will  God  require  the  past? 
Our  sins  we.  Lord,  deplore  ; 

Thy  laws  to  keep  0  make  us  haste, — 
To  keep  rhem  evermore !  allen. 

4*22.  S.  M.  Clapton.     Mornington. 

T%e  Landing  of  the  Pilgrims  at  Plymouth, 

1  THE  heavy  night  hung  dark 
The  hills  and  waters  o'er, 

When,  lo,  the  exiles  moor'd  their  bark 
On  wild.  New  England  shore. 

2  Amidst  the  storm  they  sang, — 
Heard  by  the  stars  and  sea  ; 

The  sounding  aisles  of  dim  woods  rang 
To  anthem  of  the  free  ! 
49* 


.582  HYMN  423.  [various 

3  Lo,  men  ^vith  hoary  hair, 
Amidst  that  pilgrim  baud  ! 

Why  had  they  come  to  wither  there, 
Away  from  childhood's  land? 

4  There's  woman's  fearless  eye. 
Lit  by  her  deep  love's  truth ; 

There  manhood's  brow  serenely  high. 
There  fiery  heat  of  youth. 

5  What  sought  they  thus  afar? 
Bright  jewels  of  the  mine? 

The  wealth  of  seas,  the  spoils  of  war? — 
They  sought  a  Faith's  pure  shrine ! 

6  Aye,  call  it  holy  ground, — 
The  soil,  where  first  they  trod  ! 

They've  left  unstain'd  what  there  they  found,— 
Freedom  to  worship  God ! 

7  Let  their  example  bright. 
Lord,  guide  their  children's  feet : 
At  last,  in  yonder  world  of  light. 

Let  Sons  and  Fathers  meet!     mrs.  hemans. 

423.  S&7.  Sicily.     Greenville. 

Marriage- 

1  ONCE  the  Savior  condescended 
At  a  marriage  feast  to  be. 

Where  his  pow'r  and  grace  were  blended: — 
Lord !  may  we  thy  presence  see ! 

2  Bless  thy  servants,  now  united 
In  the  bonds  of  sacred  love  ; 
Let  their  joys  be  never  blighted, 
Let  them  discord's  woes  ne'er  prove. 

.3  Bless  them  in  their  store  and  basket, 
Guide  them  in  their  ways  aright  3 
Let  them  keep,  as  in  a  casket. 
Gem  of  love  all  pure  and  bright. 

4  And,  though  death  their  bond  may  sever, 
And  the  living  mourn  in  tears, 
Let  them  meet  in  joy,  where  never 
Friends  shall  part  in  endless  years!  allen. 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  425.  583 

424.  ^'  '"•J-  Hebron.     German  H. 

Marriage,  or  other  Feast. 

1  INCARNATE  Word,  who,  wont  to  dwell 
In  lowly  shape  and  cottage  cell, 

Did.st  not  refuse  a  guest  to  be 
At  Caua's  poor  festivity  ; 

2  O,  when  our  soul  from  care  is  free, 
Then,  Savior,  may  we  think  on  Thee, 
And,  seated  at  the  festal  board. 

In  fancy's  eye  behold  the  Lord. 

3  Then  may  we  seem,  in  fancy's  ear, 
Thy  manna-dropping  tongue  to  hear, 
And  think,  e'en  now  thy  searching  gaze 
Each  secret  of  our  soul  surveys ! 

4  So  may  each  joy,  chastis'd  and  pure. 
Beyond  the  bounds  of  earth  endure  ; 
Nor  pleasure  in  the  wounded  mind 

Shall  leave  a  rankling  sting  behind,     heber. 

425.  H.  M.  Marah.     Weymouth. 

Opening  a  Place  of  Worship, 

Aff      1   GREAT  King  of  glory,  come, 

And  with  thy  favor  cro^^'n 

This  temple  as  thy  dome, — 

This  people  as  thine  own  ; 
Beneath  this  roof,  O  deign  to  show. 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

2  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 

Thy  people's  humble  cries, 

And  grateful  praise  ascend, 

All  fragrant,  to  the  skies: 
mp      Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
raf<  And  spread  celestial  joys  around! 

—       3  Here  may  th'  attentive  throng 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love, 

And  converts  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above  ; 
mf       And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board, 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 


584  HYMN  426.  [various 

4  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 
And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine  like  polish'd  stones 
Through  long,  successive  days: 
mf      Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 

While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore!  francis. 

426.  7s.  Pleyel'sH.     Washington  Str. 
On  Opening  a  Place  of  Worship. 

Aff  1  LORD  of  Hosts,  to  Thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  pray'r  and  praise  ; 
Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word,  the  heav'nly  bread  ; 
When  we  here  the  dead  shall  weep. 
May  we  hope,  in  Thee  they  sleep ! 

3  Here  to  Thee  a  temple  stand. 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land ; 
Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

mf  4  Hallelujah! — Earth  and  sky 

To  the  joyful  sound  reply: 

Hallelujah! — Hence  ascend 
>       Pray'r  and  praise,  till  time  shall  end  I 

MONTGOMERY. 

427,  6  &  4.  America.    Italian  Hymn. 
The  Duty  of  building  God's  House.  Hag.  1. 

1  0,  SHALL  God's  House  lie  waste, 
Its  precious  stones  displaced, 

Its  ruin  wide.^ 
And  think  ye,  it  is  well 
In  ceiled  house  to  dwell? — 
Then  hear  me,  while  I  tell, 

\¥hat  shall  betide ! 

2  This  heav'n,  spread  out  o'er  you. 
Shall  sure  be  stay'd  from  dew 

And  drops  of  rain  ! 
No  fruits  of  good  shall  groAV 
No  streams  of  joy  o'erflow  j 


I 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  429.  585 

mp      But  ye  shall  sorrow  know. 
And  bitter  pain ! 

mf  3  Arise,  ye  men,  and  build  ; 

So  shall  your  stores  be  fill'd  ; 

Your  light  shall  shine  ; 
And  God,  with  all  his  power. 
Will  mercies  full  outpour, 
And  bless  you  evermore 

With  joys  divine  !         alle>'. 

428.  6  &  4.  Dort.     Italian  Hymn, 
Distribution  of  Tracts. 

1  NOW  go,  thou  little  book, 
And,  like  the  meadow  brook, 

Wind  on  thy  way ! 
Go  on  thine  errand  kind, 
And  gladden  ev'ry  mind 
With  purest  joys  retined  ; — 

Go,  truth  display. 

2  For  thou  canst  clearly  speak,  '- 
Where  human  lips  are  weak, 

Or  mute  the  tongue  ; 
And  God  can  give  thee  might 
To  scatter  heav'nly  light, 
And  spread  around  delight. 

Midst  wilder'd  throng. 

3  Now  go,  thou  little  book: — 

Aff      Lord,  down  from  heav'n  now  look, 
Thou  God  of  love  ! 

And  let  thy  truth  be  spread, 

To  quicken  souls  now  dead. 

And  upward  them  to  lead 
•<  To  Thee  above !  allen. 

429.  C.  M.  Medfield.     BroomsgroYC. 
Sabbath  School 

1  MERCY,  descending  from  above, 
In  softest  accents  pleads  ; 
O  may  each  tender  bosom  move. 
When  mercy  intercedes. 


586  HYMN  430.  [various 

2  Delightful  work!  young  souls  to  win. 
And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  dark  and  downward  paths  of  sin 
To  seek  their  Savior's  face. 

aff  3  Almighty  God !  thine  influence  shed 
To  aid  this  blest  design  ; 
The  honor  of  thy  name  be  spread, 

<  And  all  the  glory  thine!  episc.  coll. 

430.  H.  M.         Stow.    Bethesda. 
Sunday  and  Charity  Schools » 

1  COME,  let  our  voices  sing 
A  joyful  song  of  praise  ; 
To  God,  our  heav'nly  King, 
Our  grateful  hearts  we  raise: 

To  God  alone  our  praise  belongs  ; 
His  love  demands  our  earliest  songs. 

2  We  see  a  heav'nly  light  ; 
We  read  the  book  divine. 
Where  our  Redeemer's  might, 
And  love  and  glory  shine: 

To  God  alone  the  praise  is  due. 
Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 

3  Within  these  hallow'd  walls 
Our  wand'ring  feet  are  brought ; 
We  hear  sweet  mercy's  calls. 
And  blessed  truths  are  taught: 

mf      To  God  alone  our  praise  we  bring, 
And  loud  extol  our  glorious  King. 

Aff      4  For  good,  which  grace  imparts. 
Our  gratitude  receive  ; 
Lord!  here  accept  our  hearts, — 
'T  is  all,  that  we  can  give ! 
Great  God,  accept  our  joyful  songs: 

<  To  Thee  alone  all  praise  belongs ! 

pratt's  coll. 

431.  '^^'  Southampton.    Hotham. 
Prayer  for  Children. 

Aff  1  GRACIOUS  Lord!  our  Children  see; 
By  thy  mercy  we  are  free  ; 


\ 


I 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  433.  587 

But  shall  these,  alas !  remain 
Subjects  still  of  Satan's  reign? 

2  All  the  doors  the  angel  passed, 
Where  the  bloody  sign  was  placed: — 
Hear  us  now,  upon  our  knees, 
Plead  the  blood  of  Christ  for  these ! 

3  Lord,  we  tremble,  for  we  know, 
How  the  fierce,  malicious  foe. 
Wheeling  round  his  watchful  flight, 
Keeps  them  ever  in  his  sight. 

4  Spread  thy  pinions,  King  of  kings! 
Hide  them  safe  beneath  thy  wings  ; 
Lest  the  rav'nous  birds  of  prey 

Stoop,  and  bear  the  brood  away !         cowper. 

432.  C.  M.        Newton.     Broomsgrove. 
Prayer  for  Youth. 

1  BESTOW,  blest  Lord,  upon  our  youth 
The  gift  of  saving  grace. 

And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  whene'er  it  grows, 
Of  pure  and  heav'nly  root ; 

But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  betimes 
The  voice  of  sov'reign  love! 

Your  youth  is  stain'd  with  many  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above- 

4  For  you  the  public  pray'r  is  made, 
O,  join  the  public  pray'r ! 

For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 

O,  shed  yourselves  a  tear!         cowper. 

433.  6s.  Alps. 
Children  exhorted  and  prayed  for. 

1  AMIDST  the  bloom  of  youth, 
Ere  grief  bedims  your  eye, 
O,  love  God's  holy  truth. 
And  seek  the  joys  on  high ! 


588  HYMN  434.  [various 

2  To  holy  temple  brought. 

In  morning  of  his  days,  ^ 

The  teachers  Jesus  taught,  i 

And  fill'd  them  with  amaze !  ^ 

S  Thus  early  too  be  wise  ; 
Your  heav'nly  Father  love  ; 
mf      Ye  then,  in  yonder  skies, 

With  Christ  shall  dwell  above ! 

afif  4  Each  youthful  heart  renew,  i 

Lord,  by  thy  Spirit's  power  ;  | 

And  then  shall  praises  due  ' 

<       Be  paid  Thee  evermore !  allen. 

43-1.  7s.  Pleyel's  Hymn.     Pilgrim. 

Hymn  for  little  Children. 

Aff  1  OUT  of  love,  0  Savior  dear, 

Thou  hast  brought  us,  Children,  here  ; 
May  we  know,  that  Thou  hast  died. 
And  for  us  wast  crucilied. 

2  When  our  hearts  feel  this  indeed, 
That  Thou,  Lamb,  for  us  didst  bleed, 
And  didst  bear  our  guilt  and  blame  ; 
O,  how  sweet  is  then  thy  name? 

3  Be  our  Shepherd  ev'ry  day. 
That  we,  little  lambs,  ne'er  stray. 
That,  as  we  may  hear  thy  voice, 
To  obey  we  may  rejoice. 

4  Thanks  to  Thee,  O  Savior  dear. 
Thanks,  that  Thou  hast  brought  us  here: 
Grant,  O  blessed  Lamb,  that  we 

May  thy  cheerful  servants  be  !         Moravian. 

435.  C.  M,         Medfield.     Broomsgrofe» 

Prayer  for  Children. 

Aff  1  WE  bring  these  children,  Lord,  to  Thee:  i 

Give  them  thy  grace  divine  ;  J 

From  sinful  chains  0  set  them  free, 
And  make  them  whollv  thine  ! 


2  On  their  young  minds  0  pour  thy  light ; 
Thy  glories,  Lord,  display  ; 


I 


occAsioxs.]  HYMN  437.  589 

Endow  them  with  thy  Spirit's  might. 
And  guide  in  heav'nward  way ! 

3  Give  them  a  humble  heart  of  love. 
And  faith  in  Jesus'  blood  : 
O,  bring  them  to  thyself  above, 
<:       Where  pleasure  rolls  its  flood !  allen. 

436,  8  &  4,         Montgomery.    [In  Chr.  Lyre.] 

Meeting  of  a  Bible  or  Missionary  Society. 
mf  1   0,  BLESSED  Day,  when  all  shall  know, 
Throughout  this  earthly  ball  beloAV, 
The  mercies,  which  abundant  flow 

From  Christ,  the  Lord! 
O,  day  of  triumph  for  the  right, — 
A  day  of  pure,  elfulgent  light, 
Outbreaking  on  the  raptur'd  sight 
From  God's  own  Word  ! 

—  2  For  this  we  toil ;  for  this  we  pray : — 
Aff      Lord!  hasten  on  this  glorious  day. 

And  give  to  Righteousness  the  sway 

In  wondrous  power ! 
O,  let  the  Truth  triumphant  be: 
Let  all  the  earth  thine  offspring  see 
From  sin  and  error's  bondage  free, 

Forevermore !  allen". 

4)t37.  S.  M.  Shawmut.  Mornington. 

Meeting  of  a  Peace  or  Bible  Society. 
mp  1   OUR  sword  no  blood-drop  stains. 
No  ruin  marks  our  path, 
Nor  blazing  streets,  nor  ravag'd  plains 
Betray  our  vengeful  w  rath. 

—  2  And  yet  our  sword  is  bright. 

And  conquest  it  hath  won: 
mf      Behold  it  sway'd  with  victor's  might  3 
It  smites  the  foe  men  down ! 

—  S  Behold,  with  bloodless  hands. 

The  sword  of  Truth  we  bear: 
Its  temper'd  edge  no  armor  stands, 
mp      Urg'd  home  with  Love's  warm  prayer ! 
50 


S90  HYMN  438.  [various 

mf  4  At  last  on  Zion's  height. 

Our  foemen  all  overthrown, 

We  all  shall  stand  in  glory  bright, 

And  wear  a  radiant  crown ! 

5  And  then  the  shout  shall  ring 
From  countless  throng  above, — 
f         '^All  praise  to  Thee,  our  heav'nly  King, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  and  Love!"         allen. 

40o  7  &  6.  Missionary  Hymn. 

For  a  Meeting  of  the  Peace  Society. 

1  SHALL  blood  still  flow  as  water, 
And  crimson  all  the  ground? 

And  still  by  fields  of  slaughter 
Hoarse  ravens  croak  around? — 
mf      All  hail  the  Lord  of  Glory, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  and  Love, 
Set  forth  in  sacred  story 
God's  Herald  from  above  ! 

2  Lo !  from  his  cross  outgleaming, 
A  clear  and  dazzling  light. 

Like  purest  sun-beams  streaming. 
Breaks  on  man's  wond'ring  sight: — 
—       The  startled  shapes  of  error 
All  flutter  in  amaze. 
And  murd'rous  forms  of  terror 
Sink  harmless,  as  they  gaze ! 

mp  3  Now  dies  the  shout  of  madness, 

With  drum  and  trumpet's  din; 

Griev'd  hearts  shall  drink  in  gladness, 

Sweet  voices  speak  within  : 
mf      The  pow'r  of  love  victorious, — 

The  battle's  storm  shall  cease. 

And  Jesus  reign  all-glorious, 

Man's  Friend,  the  Pri^'ce  of  Peace  ! 

ALLEN. 

439  7s.  Kimball,     Pelton. 

On  Peace.         Isa.  2. 
1  SOON  through  all  the  jarring  earth, 
O'er  the  tribes  of  human  mould, 
Jesus,  born  of  lowly  birth. 
Shall  his  reign  of  peace  uphold. 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  441.  591 

2  Then  the  sharp  and  gleaming  sword 
Shall  upon  the  anvil  take 
Pk^ughshare's  form,  to  good  restored, 
Ne'er  its  thirst  in  blood  to  slake. 

3  Then  the  long  and  glitt'ring  spear^ 
Ceasing  mortals  to  destroy, 

Shape  of  pruning  hook  shall  bear; — 
O'er  the  earth  flow  streams  of  joy, 

4  Jesus,  Prince  of  Peace  and  Love, 
mf      Come  in  all  thy  glorious  power! 

Come  with  blessings  from  above; 
<       Let  thy  reign  be  evermore!  allen. 

440  L.  M.  Hebron.    Wells. 

Peace. 

1  SWEET,  lovely  Peace,  where  dost  thou  dwell? 
I  sought  thee  in  the  secret  cell. 

And  ask'd  aloud,  if  Peace  were  there: 
A  wind  replied,  ''  Go,  seek  elsewhere!" 

2  Then  to  the  city  throng'd  I  went. 
Still  on  my  search  for  Peace  intent; 
But  hum  of  angry  voices  cried, — 

''  Not  in  these  streets  doth  Peace  reside!" 

8  To  Zion  then  I  took  my  way. 

And  there  a  heav'nly  voice  did  say, — 

'^  Here  glorious  Prince  of  Peace  doth  dwell. 

Bestowing  joys,  no  tongue  can  tell! 

4  '^  His  word  a  secret  virtue  gives. 

Whoso  partakes  most  peaceful  lives; — 

And,  though  in  pain  his  body  dies. 

Peace  has  her  mansion  in  the  skies!"       jlllen. 

441  L.  M.  Ribbith.     Quito. 

On   War. 
1  DWELLS  love  to  Christ  within  thy  breast? 
Is  this  the  spring,  whose  waters  flow- 
In  copious  stream,  and  never  rest? 
Burns  this  pure  flame  within  thee  now, 
As  high  above  the  ransom'd  glow? 

3  ^^  Yes,  here,"  I  fancy  the  reply. 


592  HYMN  442.  [various 

"  That  love  o'er  ev'ry  passion  reigns. 
And  e'er,  in  yonder  blessed  sky, 
My  harp  shall  lift  up  grateful  strains 
To  Him,  who  cleanses  all  my  stains." 

3  Then, — loving  Him,  whose  love  to  thee 
Was  on  the  shameful  cross  displayed 
In  flowing  blood  and  agony, — 
Go,  if  thou  canst,  in  steel  arrayed. 
Thy  brother  smite  with  crimson  blade !     allen. 

442.  6  &  4.  Svvanton,     Italian  Hymn, 
The  Drunkard.  Prov.  23. 

1  NOW  tell  me,  who  hath  wo? 
And  who  doth  sorrow  know? 

Who  strife  and  wrong? 
Who  for  his  wounds  outcries? 
Who  redness  hath  of  eyes? 
And  who  hath  causeless  sighs. 

And  babbling  tongue? 

2  The  men,  who  love  the  wine. 
And  deem  strong  drink  divine. 

And  still  drink  deep. — 
Look  not  on  wine,  though  bright; 
Like  adder,  it  will  bite : — 
The  poison  blurs  the  sight, 
>  And  brings  dead  sleep. 

aff  3  Such  is  thy  teaching.  Lord! 
In  thy  most  holy  word  : 

O  make  us  wise ! 
O,  may  we  all  ''  abstain," 
And  temp'rate  course  maintain, 
mf      That  we  at  length  may  gain 

The  heav'nly  prize !  allen. 

443.  6  &  4.  Svvanton.     Italian  Hymn. 

Temperance. 
1  O,  LORD,  enthron'd  above. 
Our  woes  behold  in  love; 

Stretch  out  thy  hand! 
O,  check  the  foaming  tide. 
Which  rushes  in  its  pride. 
And  spreads  its  ruin  wide 

O'er  all  our  land! 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  444.  593 

2  Shall  man,  -with  reason's  light, 
Extinguish  beams  most  bright, 

And  love  the  gloom? 
Shall  man,  in  pow'r  arrayed, 
His  noble  mind  degrade, 
And,  while  all  hopes  shall  fade, 

Find  early  tomb? 

3  Lord !  hear  the  deep-drawn  sigh, 
And  see  the  tearful  eye. 

And  tongueless  grief! 
A  mother  weeps  her  son. 
His  race  of  shame  now  run. 
His  endless  woes  begun, 

Beyond  relief! 

4  That  orphan  group  behold, 
Ail  shiv'ring  in  the  cold. 

In  friendless  world: 
That  widow's  sad  estate. 
Though  once  with  joy  elate, 
Yet  now  most  desolate, 

To  ruin  hurled! 

5  0,  Lord,  enthron'd  above, 
Our  woes  behold  in  love; 
Stretch  out  thy  hand! 

O,  check  the  foaming  tide, 
Which  rushes  in  its  j)ride. 
And  spreads  its  ruin  wide 

O'er  all  our  land  !  allen. 

44141.  L.  M.  Hebron.     German  Hymn. 

Moral  Reform. 
aff  1  A  TEMPLE  hast  Thou  built  on  high, 
0  God  of  purity  and  love  ! 
And  there  in  everlasting  joy, 
The  pure  shall  dwell  with  Thee  above  ! 

2  0,  blessed  be  thy  name,  that  Thou, 
By  truth,  which  all  the  heart  controls. 
Canst  make  the  vile  thy  mercy  know, 
^  And  purify  polluted  souls. 

^  Look  down  in  mercy,  Lord,  and  see 
The  sinful  in  the  path  to  hell; 
50*^ 


594  HYMN  445.  [various 

Oj  break  their  chains,  and  set  them  free, 
And  bring  them  with  thyself  to  dwell. 

4  Like  her,  who  wept  at  Jesus'  feet, 
And  wip'd  them  with  her  tresses  bright, 
O,  let  them  hear  the  accents  sweet, — 
''  Ye,  sav'd,  shall  dwell  with  me  in  light!" 

ALLEN. 

445.  C.  M.  Newton.     St.  James, 
Prayer  for  Emigrants  to  Africa. 

1  THEY  seek  their  father-countiy,  where 
Their  toils  and  tears  shall  cease; 
Lord,  build  their  city, — grant  them  there 
A  heritage  of  peace. 

aff  2  Thy  name,  O  Christ,  and  thine  alone 
Be  all  their  hope  and  trust ; 
Be  Thou  their  precious  corner  stone. 
And  raise  their  walls  from  dust. 

3  Thy  Spirit's  sword  unto  them  lent, 
Thy  cross  their  banner  free. 

Thy  word  their  lofty  battlement. 
And  faith  their  victory: 

4  The  little  one, — men's  scoff  and  scorn, — 
A  mighty  realm  shall  be, 

And  generations,  yet  unborn, 
mf      Shall  give  the  praise  to  Thee  !  bethune. 

446.  L-  M^  Walton.     Tirasbury. 
Prayer  for  Emigrants  to  Africa. 

1  THE  sacrifice,  which  Heav'n  demands, 
Is  mercy  for  the  bleeding  heart, — 

To  break  the  captive's  galling  bands. 
And  hope  to  wretched  souls  impart. 

2  It  is  the  exil'd  poor  to  save. 

To  cure  the  sutf^ring  stranger's  wo, 
And,  while  he  seeks  o'er  ocean's  wave 
His  father's  home, — the  path  to  show. 

3  '  Tis  to  diffuse  the  truth  abroad, 
Where  Ethiopia  dwells  in  gloom, 
Which  lifts  the  dying  eye  to  God, 
And  lights  the  darkness  of  the  tomb ! 

AFRICAN  REPOSITORY. 


occAsioxs.]  HYMN  448.  595 

447.  L-  M.  Warrington.     97ih  Psalm. 

Beligioiis  Instruction  of  Slaves. 
mf  1   IN"  christian  land  must  millions  die, 
Darkling  beneath  a  glorious  sky. 
Untaught  the  truth,  that  leads  to  heaven. 
Still  by  unholy  passions  driven  ? 

2  Millions,  for  whom  that  matchless  Light 
AVas  dimm'd  awhile  to  mortal  sight 
"When,  coming  down  from  God  above, 
He  hid  his  beams  for  us  in  love  ? 

3  The  kindness,  which  our  rescue  sought. 
The  blood,  by  which  our  souls  were  bought, 
AVe  joyful  praise  ;  't  was  mercy's  power, 

mf      'T  was  love,  we'll  praise  forevermore  I 

• —  4  "If  love  to  you  I  did  display," — 
I  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus  sav, — 
'•'Your  brother  love  of  darker  mould. 
And  give  him  hope  of  joys  untold!*'         allen. 

4i4o.  6  4'  -!•  Swanton.     Italian  Hymn, 

The  Master  not  deeming  his  Slaves  to  be  Property. 
1  MASTER  of  slaves  am  I? 
Vet  not  as  property 

Do  I  them  hold: 
My  Family  they  make  ;  — 
mp      To  mart  can  I  them  take, 

And  see  their  heart-strinofs  break  .^ 
Shall  they  be  sold? 

—  2  No:  not  unless  I'd  sell 

The  children,  I  love  well. 

Which  God  hath  given  ! 
If  law  confers  strong  sway, 
And  they  my  pow'r  obey, 
ni  lead  them  in  the  way 

To  blessed  heaven ! 

3  Doth  law  shut  out  the  light 

From  dark  man's  darkened  sight,— 

Rule  without  ruth? 
O,  would  we  have  the  Sun 
O'erspread  with  mantle  dun. 


596  HYMN  449.  [various 

Or  cease  his  course  to  run? — 
Blotting  God's  Truth? 

4  My  family  I  love, 

And  light  from  heav'n  above 

Would  have  them  see  ; 
That  they  at  last  may  rise 
From  all  earth's  miseries 
To  yonder  peaceful  skies. 

And  there  be  free !  allen. 

449.  C.  M.  Newton.     St.  James. 

Slaves  submitting  to  God^s  Providence* 

1  A  BITTER  cup  we  drink  indeed  ; 
But  we  will  bow  to  God: — 
If  He  deem  best,  we  shall  be  freed ; 
If  not,  we'll  kiss  his  rod  \ 

2  Our  masters  we  will  serve  and  love. 
And  serve  them  for  the  Lord: 
Then  He  will  give  reward  above. 
As  promis'd  in  his  word. 

*ff  S  O,  break  our  chains  of  sin  and  shame. 
The  chains  upon  our  mind: 
Reveal  to  us  thy  glorious  name, 
O  Savior  of  our  kind ! 

4  May  we  thy  blessed  gospel  know. 
And  dwell  at  last  with  Thee ! 
May  we,  where  endless  pleasures  flow, 
•<       Be,  Lord,  forever  free!  allen. 

4i50,  8  &  "s.  Messina.     Sicilian  Hymn. 

Prayer  for  Slaves- 

1   LORD  !  behold  the  slave,  when,  kneeling. 
Up  he  lifts  his  chain-bound  hands. 
And,  in  anguish  of  his  feeling, 
Cries  in  words,  love  understands, — 

mp  2  ^^\m  I  not  a  Man  and  Brother? 
Flows  not  man's  red  blood  in  me? 
Should  we  not  love  one  another? 
Master!  will  you  set  me  free?  " 


OCCASIONS.]  HYMN  452.  597 

—  3  Let  the  master.  Lord!  thi:^ hearing, 

Learn  his  gen'rous  course  from  Thee ; 
Let  him  say, — from  love  naught  fearing, — 
mf      "Brother,  rise,  and  be  thou  free  !" 

Aff  4  Lord !  let  both,  at  last  uprising 

From  the  grave,  where  all  must  be, 
mf      Find  themselves,  with  joy  surprising, 
<:       Of  Eternal  City  free!  allen. 

451.  8  k  7.         Worthing.     Sicilian  Hymn. 

Prayer  of  Masters  resolving  to  liberate  their  Slaves. 
Aff  1  O,  THOU  loving  Savior,  Jesus  ! 
Who  didst  come  in  glorious  might, 
From  our  bondage  to  release  us. 
And  to  shed  a  heav'nly  light, — 

2  Thou  the  rule, — thy  love  inspiring, — 
Wouldst  thy  folPwers  all  have  know, — 
'•What  from  others  you're  desiring. 
You  to  them  do  even  so !  " 

3  Were  we.  Lord,  in  bondage  groaning, 
We  should  prize  sweet  li]3erty  ; 
Were  our  children,  too,  bemoaning. 
We  should  gladly  see  them  free  ! 

4  Then,  0  Lord,  whatever  our  crosses. 
We  thy  precept  will  obey  ; — 
Thou  wilt  give  us,  for  all  losses, 

<       Riches  in  eternal  day!  allex. 

4^o2,  6  &  4.  America.     Italian  Hymn. 

Hyynn  {for  a  future  Day)  for  the  Release  of  all  Slaves* 

mf  1  NOW  on  the  gladden'd  sight 
There  bursts  the  glorious  light 

Of  Liberty! 
Within  our  country's  bound 
No  wretched  thrall  is  found  ; 
Each  slave  is  now  unbound, — 
And  ALL  are  free  ! 

2  This  now  is  Freedom's  home ! 

—  Beneath  her  temple's  dome 

No  clanking  chain. 


598  HYMN  453.  [death  and 

No  sale  of  human  throngs. 
No  scourge  with  cruel  thongs. 
No  secret,  dreadliil  wrongs 
Shall  shock  again ! 

aff  S  The  work,  0  God!  is  thine!—- 
And  may  thy  love  divine 

Do  greater  things  ; — 
Break  ev'ry  link  of  sin, 
Which  binds  the  soul  within ! 
mf      Let  all  heav'n's  freedom  win, 

O  King  of  kings !  allen. 


DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 


453.         (ii.  55.)  C.  M.  Savoy.     Dundee. 

Frail  Life,  and  Efernify, 

1  THEE  we  adore.  Eternal  Name, 
And  humbly  own  to  Thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame. 
What  dying  worms  are  we  I 

2  From  dangers,  thick  through  all  the  ground. 
No  earthly  arm  can  save. 

And  tierce  diseases  wait  around 
To  bring  us  to  the  grave. 

S  On  what  a  slender,  brittle  thread 
Hang  everlasting  things! 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
On  life's  frail,  slender  strings! 

4  Perpetual  joy,  or  endless  wo 
Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 

And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  .^ 

5  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 
To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
And,  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 


May  they  be  found  with  God ! 


WATTS. 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  455.  599 

454.  (i-S8.)  L.  M.  Wells.     Uxbridge. 

Life  the  Day  of  Hope. 

1  LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward, 
And,  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour,  that  God  has  given, 
T'  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven  j 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know,  that  they  must  die  ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie: 

Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Then,  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do. 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 

5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 

In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  haste, 
mp      But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
p  >-     Reign  in  eternal  silence  there  !  watts, 

455.  (ii-  4S.)  C.  M.  Eastport.     Dundee, 

Love  of  the  Earth. 

1  HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair.^ 

Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  beneath  the  sky 
Beam  a  delusive  light  ; 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh. 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  nearest  friends,  our  dearest  joys, — 
The  partners  of  our  blood, — 

How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  choice. 
And  leave  but  half  for  God.' 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense.'' 


600  HYMN  456.  [death  and 

Thither  the  "warm  affections  move. 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

aff  5  My  Savior  !  let  thy  glories  be 
Unfolded  to  my  soul, 
And  make  my  earth-bound  spirit  free 
From  earth's  unblest  control !  watts. 

456.  (ii,  58.)  CM.  Grafton.     Wantage. 
Shortness  of  Life;   Goodness  of  God. 

1  TIME  !  'tis  a  gliding  meteor's  light! 
Our  days  quick  speed  afar. 

Swift  as  the  Indian  arrow's  flight. 
Swift  as  the  shooting  star. 

2  Yet  mighty  God,  our  fleeting  days 
Thy  lasting  favors  share  ; 

Time,  flying,  utters  loud  thy  praise, 
Our  years  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  sov'reign  bounty  gives  us  bread, 
And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love  ; 

Thy  mercy  calms  our  guilty  dread. 
And  leads  our  souls  above. 

4  Thy  goodness  runs  an  endless  round  5 
mf      All  glory  to  the  Lord ! 

Thy  mercy  never  knows  a  bound, 
-<       And  be  thy  name  adored!  watts. 

457.  (ii.  39.)  C.  M.  Austin.    Bangor. 

Shortness  and  Misery  of  Life> 

1  OUR  days,  alas,  our  mortal  days 
Are  short  and  wretched  too : 
''Evil  and  few,"  the  patriarch  says, 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 

2  'Tis  but  at  best  a  narrow  bound. 
That  Heav'n  allows  to  men. 

And  pains  and  sins  run  through  the  round 
Of  three-score  years  and  ten. 

3  Then  let  my  minutes  quickly  flow^. 
Soon  let  my  days  be  past  ; 

mf      Moments  of  sin  and  months  of  wo. 
Ye  cannot  fly  to  fast ! 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  459.  601 

aff  4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  soul. 

And  call  her  to  the  skies, 
f         Where  years  of  glad  salvation  roll, 
<:       Aud  glory  never  dies!  watts. 

458.  (ii-  32.)  C.  M.  Ridley.     Miller. 

Frailty  and  Folly. 

1  OUR  life  how  transient,  short,  and  frail? 
Our  soul's  affairs  how  vast? 

Yet  thoughtlessly  our  moments  fail. 
Our  fleeting  years  are  past. 

2  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home. 
But  we  march  heedless  on  ; 

And,  ever  hast'ning  to  the  tomb. 
Stoop  downward,  as  we  run. 

3  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  wo, 
Who  slight  the  joys  above? 

What  wrathful  vengeance  should  we  know. 
Who  break  such  cords  of  love  ? 

4  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  sov'reign  grace, 
And  raise  our  thoucfhts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race. 

And  see  salvation  nigh !  watts. 

459.  (ii.  19.)  C,  M.         Savoy,     Canterbury. 

Man^s  Frailty. 

1  LET  others  boast,  how  strong  they  are. 
From  fear  of  death  how  free  ; 

But  humbly.  Lord,  do  we  declare 
Our  feebleness  to  Thee  ! 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 
And  flourish  bright  and  gay: 

A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 
And  dies,  if  one  be  gone  ; 

Strange !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
So  long  shall  keep  its  tone ! 

4  'T  is  God  supports  our  feeble  frame, 
The  Lord  most  good  and  just: — 

51 


602  HYMN   460.  [death  and 

mf      Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name. 

That  rear'd  us  from  the  dust  I  watts^ 

460.  L.  M.        Liiz.     German  Hymn. 
Vanity  of  the  World. 

1  HOW  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies? 
How  transient  ev'ry  earthly  bliss? 
How^  slender  all  the  fondest  ties. 
That  bind  us  to  a  w^orld  like  this  ? 

2  The  evening  cloud, — the  morning  dew, — 
The  with'ring  grass, — the  fading  flower 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true, — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour ! 

S  But,  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die. 
And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain. 
There  is  a  land,  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain, 
mf  4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears: 
—  If  God  be  ours,  we're  trav'lling  home, 
>        Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

pratt's  coll. 

461.  (ii.  146.)  L.  M.         Ramoih.     Medway. 

The  Earth  unsatisfying. 

1  MAN  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires. 
He  burns  within  with  raging  fires: 
Tost  to  and  fro,  his  passions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  solid  good  to  fill  the  mind: 
We  try  new  pleasures,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirst  and  torment  still. 

3  So,  when  a  raging  fever  burns. 
We  shift  from  side  to  side  by  turns. 
And  't  is  a  poor  relief,  we  gain. 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

mf  4  Great  God,  subdue  this  sinful  lust, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dust ; 
Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind. 
And  feed  our  souls  with  joys  refined.      watts.. 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  4G3.  603 

462.  (ii.  164.)  C.  M.         Palmos.     Dundee. 

The  End  of  the  World. 

1  WHY  should  this  earth  delight  us  so.^ 
Why  should  we  fix  our  eyes 

On  these  low  grounds,  where  sorrows  grow, 
And  ev'ry  pleasure  dies.^ 

2  While  time  with  earthly  pleasures  wars. 
And  smites  them  ev'ry  hour. 

There  is  a  land  above  the  stars, 
And  joys  beyond  his  power. 

mp  3  Nature  must  be  dissolv'd  and  die, 
The  sun  must  end  his  race. 
And  earth  and  sea  forever  fly 
Before  my  Savior's  face. 

mf  4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rise.^ 
When  the  last  trumpet  sound. 
And  call  the  nations  to  the  skies 
From  underneath  the  ground.^  watts. 

463.  4  6  &  8.  Hermon,     (In  Choir,) 

Illusions  of  the  World. 

mp  1  O,  HOW  cheating,  0,  how  fleeting 

Is  the  life  of  mortals.'' 

'T  is  a  meteor  swiftly  gliding, 

For  a  moment  ne'er  abiding, 

Soon  the  gazing  eye  deriding! 

2  0,  how  cheating,  0,  how  fleeting 

Is  our  earthly  journey.'' 
Like  the  rapid,  flowing  river. 
In  its  current  stopped  never, 
Hasting  to  the  ocean  ever! 

3  O,  how  cheating,  0  how  fleeting 

Is  all  earthly  glory  .^ 
That  the  bubble  is  denoting, 
Glitt'ring  in  its  lilmy  coating, 
Bursting  as  in  pride  'tis  floating! 

4  0,  how  cheating,  0,  how  fleeting 

Is  all  earthly  pleasure.^ 
'T  is  the  rapture  of  one  dreaming, 


604  HYMN  464.  [death  and 

'T  is  a  shadow  substance  seeming, 
'T  is  a  lightning-flash  outgleaming. 

5  O,  how  cheating,  O,  how  fleeting 
Is  all  earthly  beauty? 
Lo,  the  cheek  of  youth,  all  blooming. 
Death,  the  ravager,  is  dooming 
To  the  worm,  its  grace  consuming. 

mf  6  Never  cheating,  never  fleeting 
Is  religion  holy ! — 
Jesus  lov'd,  and  sin  forgiven, 
Hope  from  anchorage  ne'er  driven, 

<       And  eternal  life  in  heaven !  allen. 

464.  C.  p.  M.  Somerville.    The  Penitent, 

Prospect  of  Eternity. 

1  LO !    on   a   narrow   neck  of  land, 

'  Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, — 

Yet  how  insensible? 
A  point  of  time, — a  moment's  space, — 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell! 

2  Before  me  place  in  dread  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day. 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come. 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; — 
O,  shall  I  thence  be  driv'n  far. 

Or  meet  a  joyful  doom? 

S  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here. 
With  care,  and  toil,  and  holy  fear 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure! 

4  Then,  Savior,  then,  my  soul  receive. 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  Thee  above; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight. 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight. 

And  everlasting  love ! 

WESLEY'S  COLL. 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  466.  605 

465.  lis.  Presrott      Hinton. 
1  ivoiild  not  live  alway, 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  ahvay:  I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way: 
I  would  not  live  alway:  no. — welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  1  dread  not  its  gloom. 

2  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heav'n,  that  blissful  abode? 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noon-tide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 

3  AVhere  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethren  transported  to  greet. 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  life  of  the  soul. 

MUHLENBERG^ 

466.  (i.5.).       CM.  Litchfield.     York. 
Submission  to  Affliction. 

1  NAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  rose, 
And  saw  the  light  of  day. 

So  we  our  earthly  life  shall  close. 
And  mingle  with  the  clay. 

2  The  dear  delights,  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own. 
Quick  flee,  as  meteors  of  the  sky. 
And  all  our  bliss  is  flown ! 

3  '  Tis  God,  from  whom  our  comforts  came; 
He  sinks  them  in  the  grave; 

He  gives,  and,  blessed  be  his  name, 
He  takes  but  what  He  gave ! 

4  Let  angry  passions^  then,  be  still; 
Let  each  rebellious  sigh 

Be  silent  at  his  sov'reign  wnll. 
And  every  murnmr  die. 

5  Our  lives  if  smiling  Mercy  crown, 
Its  praises  shall  be  spread; 

And  we  the  Justice  too  will  own, 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead  !  watts. 

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606  HYMN  467.  [death  and 

467.  (i.  83.)  C.  xM,  Grafton.     Bangor. 

Affliction  from  God. 

1  NOT  from  the  dust  affliction  grows. 
Nor  troubles  rise  by  chance; 

Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes, 
A  sad  inheritance ! 

2  As  sparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 
And  still  are  upwards  borne. 

So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  souls. 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  cause. 
And  trust  his  promis'd  love; 

He  rules  me  by  his  righteous  laws, 
Reveal'd  from  heav'n  above.  watts. 

468.  L.  M.  Nazareth.     German  Hymn. 
Jlfflictions  sanctified  by  the  Word. 

1  0  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  word, 
Thy  gracious  covenant,  O  Lord? 
It  guides  me  in  the  peaceful  way, 
I  think  upon  it  all  the  day. 

2  What  are  the  mines  of  shining  wealth. 
The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health? 
What  are  all  joys,  compar'd  with  those, 
Thine  everlasting  word  bestows  ? 

3  Long  unafflicted,  undismayed. 

In  pleasure's  path  secure  I  strayed; 
Thou  mad'st  me  feel  thy  chast'ning  rod. 
And  straight  I  turn'd  unto  my  God. 

4  What  though  it  pierc'd  my  fainting  heart? 
I  bless  thy  hand,  that  caus'd  the  smart ; 

It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow. 
But  sav'd  me  from  eternal  wo. 

5  0,  hadst  Thou  left  me  unchastis'd. 
Thy  precept  I  had  still  despis'd  ; 
And  still  the  snare,  in  secret  laid, 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betrayed. 

Aff  6  I  love  Thee,  therefore,  O  my  God! 
And  breathe  towards  thy  dear  abode. 


KTERXiTY.]  HYMN  470.  607 

Where,  in  thy  presence  fully  blest. 

Thy  chosen  saints  forever  rest!         cowper. 

469.  S.  M.  Shawraiit.    St.  Thomas. 

The  Discipline  of  Affliction, 
Aff  1   NOW  throw  a\\  ay  thy  rod  ; 
Now  throw  away  thy  wrath, 
O,  Thou,  most  kind  and  loving  God, 
And  take  the  gentle  path ! 

2  Thou  seest  my  heart's  desire 
Full  unto  Thee  is  bent. 

And  how,  submissive,  I  aspire 
Unto  a  full  consent. 

3  Then  let  thy  wrath  remove, 
For  love  will  do  the  deed  ; 
For  surely  'tis  by  heav'nly  love. 
That  stony  hearts  will  bleed. 

4  Now  throw  away  thy  rod  ; — 
Although  man  frailties  hath, 

Yet  Thou,  the  Chast'ner,  Thou  art  God! 
O,  throw  away  thy  wrath!         hereert. 

4/0.  S  &  7.  Smyrna.     Gre€nville. 

SMourning  the  pious  Dead. 

1  WHY,  ye  Mourners,  are  ye  weeping 
O'er  the  lovely  form,  laid  low: 

Why  your  hearts  in  grief  now  steeping.'^ 
Why  do  tears  of  anguish  flow.^ 
Ye  did  love  the  friend,  now  sleeping. 
Sleeping  free  from  care  and  wo  ; 
Would  ye  have  the  lov'd  one  reaping 
Evil  harvest  here  below? 

2  Why,  ye  Mourners,  do  ye  sorrow.' 
Ye  shall  meet  that  friend  once  more! 
Yes,  perchance,  to-night,  to-morrow  ; 
Soon  the  flight  of  time  is  o'er  ; 
Then  to  dwelling  low  and  narrow 
While  your  body  we  restore. 

Your  blest  spirit  wings  will  borrow, 
Flying  up  to  joys  e'ermore  !  ali.en. 


G03  HYMN  471.  [death  anb 

471.  8,  7&4.  Oliphant.    Tamworth. 

Mourner  Comforted. 
mf  1  JESUS,  o'er  the  grave  victorious. 
Rose  the  first  fruits  from  the  dead, 
Then  to  heav'n  ascended  glorious, 
And  the  news  through  earth  is  spread: 

Yes,  our  Savior 
Rose  the  first  fruits  from  the  dead ! 

mp  2  Why,  then,  mourner,  art  thou  weeping, 
While  the  form,  which  thou  didst  love. 
Safe  in  Jesus  now  is  sleeping, 
And  will  rise  to  heav'n  above  ? 
Yes,  O  mourner, 

mt      Rise  to  dwell  in  heav'n  above! 

—  3  Cease,  then,  all  thy  bitter  wailing; 
Since  thou  mayst  be  soon  removed. 
Live  for  God,  with  faith  unfailing, 
Seek  by  Him  to  be  approved  ; 

So  in  glory 
Thou  shalt  meet  the  form  beloved!       allen, 

47S,  8  &  7.         Mount  Vernon.    Greenville. 

Mourners  consoled. 

1  CEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  sorrow 
For  the  lov'd  one,  now  at  rest: 

Why  from  fancy  will  ye  borrow 
Thoughts  to  make  your  grief  unbl est .'' 

2  Though  the  form,  so  lov'd  and  lovely. 
Now  doth  sleep  in  narrow  cell, 
Sure  'tis  gainful  and  behovely 

Far  from  earthly  wo  to  dwell. 

3  It  were  sad  and  melancholy. 
What  no  friend  should  wish  to  do. 
Back  to  bring  from  raptures  holy 
One,  that  death  has  passed  through ; 

4  One,  that  lives,  beyond  death's  power, 
In  a  world  of  pure  delight  ; 

One,  that  finds  a  peaceful  bower 
Jn  yon  heaven's  glorious  light! 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  474.  609 

Aff  5  Blessed  Jesus!  when  we,  dyinir, 

Seek  thy  iriiidaiice  through  the  gloom, 
Hear  Thou,  then,  our  earnest  crying, 
Bring  us  safely  to  our  home!         allen. 

473.  Ski,  Sicily,    Greenville. 

Mourner  comforted. 

1  MOURNER!  wert  thou  one,  that  dreameth 
Of  the  grave  as  endless  sleep, 

Well  indeed  it  then  beseenieth 
Thee  with  ceaseless  tears  to  weep. 

2  But,  as  thou  art  well  persuaded. 
All  the  dead  again  shall  rise. 
Why  art  thou  by  griefs  invaded.^ 
Why^  do  tears  bedew  thine  eyes? 

mf  3  Hark!  th'  arch  angel's  trump  is  ringing! 
Its  shrill  note  doth  pierce  each  grave: 
Lo,  the  dead  to  life  are  springing  5 
All,  whom  Jesus  died  to  save! 

—  4  Dost  thou  see  thy  friend  arising 

In  a  glorious  form  most  bright, 
mf      Destin'd, — 0  the  thought  surprising! — 

E'er  to  dwell  in  heavars  own  lighf.^ 

mp  5  Why  then,  mourner,  art  thou  weeping? 
Why  do  tears  thine  eyes  bedew? 
In  good  soil  the  seed  is  sleeping  ; 
Soon  the  plant  will  greet  the  viewM 

mf  6  Risen  Savior!  let  a  gleaming 

From  thy  brightness  reach  our  eye! 
Wake  us  from  our  sinful  dreaming  ; 

<:       Lead  us  to  our  home  on  high!         allen. 

4i74.  ^-  ^I«  Nineveh.     Wantage. 

A  Warning  from  the  Grave, 
I  BENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven ! 

St  Death  rides  on  ev'ry  passing  breeze, 
And  lurks  in  ev'ry  flower  ; 


610  HYMN  475.  [death  axd 

Each  season  has  its  own  disease. 
Its  peril  ev'ry  hour. 

3  Turn,  mortal,  turn ! — thy  danger  know  ; — 
Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
mp      The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below. 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead ! 

—  4  Turn,  christian,  turn! — thy  soul  apply 
To  truths,  which  hourly  tell. 
That  they,  who  underneath  thee  lie. 
Shall  live,  for  heav'n, — or  hell!     pratt's  coll. 

475,  S-  M.  Boylston.     Utica. 

Death. 

1  TO  pass  through  death  to  life 
Is  dark  and  dang'rous  way  ; 

Yet  who  would  shun  the  learful  strife, 
That  doth  that  life  survey? 

2  In  all  its  amplitude 
Where  ocean  is  outspread, 

I've  often,  musing,  wond'ring  stood 
With  awe  and  mighty  dread. 

3  I've  seen  the  surges  dash  ; 
I've  heard  the  ceaseless  roar, 

f         As  on  the  rocks,  with  foaming  crash, 
They  break  along  the  shore. 

mp  4  But  far  beyond  the  surge 

I  see  the  calm,  blue  deep  ; 

To  peril  there  no  billows  urge, 
>       And  terror  there  doth  sleep. 

—  5  Once  on  the  calm,  blue  sea. 

The  rocks  we  dread  no  more  ; — 

O,  calm  and  blest  ETER^'ITY! 

An  ocean  without  shore  !  allex. 

476.  C,  M.  Kendall.     St.  Johns. 

The  Christian'' s  Far  etc  el  L 
1  YE  golden  lamps  of  heav'n,  adieu, 
With  all  your  feeble  light  ; 
And,  changing  moon,  farewell  to  you. 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  477.  611 

mf  2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 
In  bri«:hter  flames  arrayed. 
My  soulj  that  springs  beyond  thy  ray. 
No  more  demands  thy  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  floor 
Of  my  divine  abode, 

The  lowly  pavement, — and  no  more^ — 
Of  temple  of  my  God! 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 
Shall  there  his  beams  display  ; 
And  ever  clear,  and  fair,  and  bright 

<  Shall  be  that  endless  day ! 

mf  5  There  all  his  saints,  with  praises  due> 
Shall  in  one  song  unite  ; 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 
With  sweetness  of  delight,     doddridge. 

477.         (11.52.)         CM.  Elgin.     Bangor. 

Death  dreadful  or  delightfuL 

1  DEATH !  "t  is  a  melancholy  day, 
To  those,  who  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forc'd  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav-n  she  lifts  her  eyes. 
For  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 

Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies 
>        To  darkness,  Are,  and  pain. 

mp    3  Then,  sinners,  flee  the  path  to  hell, 
Th'abyss  of  deep  despair. 
Lest  ye  be  driv-n  from  earth,  to  dwell 
A  long  Forever  there! 

mf  4  Blest  be  the  God  of  sovereign  love. 
Who  promis'd  heav-n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  soul  to  soar  above. 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

Aff  5  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand. 
Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come,  death,  and  some  celestial  band 

<  To  bear  mv  soul  awav!  wa.tts* 


6ia  HYMN  478.  [death  ani> 

478.  (ii.  2S.)  C.  M,  Elgin.    Bangor. 

Death  and  Eternity. 

1  STOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  from  fancy's  flight. 
Converse  awhile  with  death, — > 

A  gasping  mortal  in  thy  sight. 
Who  pants  away  his  breath ! 

2  But  O,  the  soul,  that  never  dies! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 

Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it,  where  it  flies. 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

nrf  3  Up  to  the  courts,  where  angels  dwell. 

It  mounts  triumphant  there, 
mp      Or  dowQ  it  sinks,  where  Satan  fell, 
>       In  dark  and  deep  despair. 

—  4  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ^ 

And  must  this  soul  remove? 
mf      O,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh. 

To  bear  it  safe  above ! 

Aff  5  Jesus  !  to  thy  strong,  faithful  hand 
My  naked  soul  I  trust  ; 
My  mould'ring  flesh,  at  thy  command, 
Shall  rise  up  from  the  dust !  watts. 

479.  (ii.61.)         CM.  Colchester,     Canterbury. 

Death  and  Glory. 

1  MY  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day. 
And  think,  how  near  it  stands, 

When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay. 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  O,  could  we  die  with  those,  who  die, 
And  place  us  in  their  stead  ; 

Then  should  we  mount  to  yonder  sky. 
To  join  the  righteous  dead. 

S  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above 
In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder,  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms.  watts. 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  481.  613 

4*oO.  S.  M.  Boylston.     Gregorian  Hymn. 

The  Issues  of  Life  and  Death. 

1  O,  WHERE  shall  rest  he  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul.'* 

'T  is  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound. 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole: 

The  work!  can  never  give 

The  bliss,  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
'T  is  not  the  xohole  of  life  to  live. 

Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

2  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 

Unnieasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love: 
There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
mp       O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  '^second  death!" 

aff      3  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun. 
Lest  we  be  banish'd  from  thy  face, 

And  evermore  undone  ; 

Here  would  we  end  our  quest  ; 

Alone  are  found  in  Thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love, — the  rest 

Of  Immortality  !  Montgomery. 

481.  S.  M,  Elton.    Dunbar. 

Death.         Job  14. 

1  MAN  is  the  child  of  wo. 
His  days  are  flll'd  with  care. 

Till  scythe  shall  lay  his  blossoms  low. 
And  all  his  pride  o'erbear. 

2  The  tree  will  sprout  again. 
Though  struck  by  feller's  blow  ; 
But  man,  will  he  his  growth  regain, 
When  in  the  grave  laid  low  ? 

3  Man  w  astes  away,  and  dies, 
And  crumbles  in  the  ground  ; 
His  freed,  immortal  spirit  flies, ^ 
Nor  here  again  is  found. 

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614  HYMN   482.  [death  and 

4  His  sleep  beneath  the  clod 
Is  calm,  and  shall  be  so, 
Till  comes  the  jiuli>-nient  day  from  God, 
When  earth  in  flames  shall  glow!         allen. 

482.         (ii.  31.)  L,  M.         Ramoth.     97th  Psalm. 

Triumph  over  Death. 

1  WHY  shoidd  we  start  and  fear  to  die? 
What  timorous  worms  we,  mortals,  are  1 

mf      Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy  ; 
—       And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
We  still  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O,  if  my  Lord  to  me  w^ould  come. 

My  soul  in  haste  should  stretch  her  wings, 
mf      And  fly,  rejoicing,  to  her  home, 

As  sky-lark,  mounting  upward,  sings! 

mp  4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
mf       While,  strong  in  faith,  and  free  from  dread, 
mp>   I  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there  !     watts. 

4«83.         (ii.  3.)  C.  M.  Mear.     China. 

Death  of  a  Saint. 

1  WHY  w^eep  we  for  departing  friends? 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 

'T  is  but  the  voice,  that  Jesus  sends. 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too. 
As  fast,  as  time  can  move? 

Nor  would  we  w  ish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
In  silence  and  in  gloom. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  He  bless'd, 
Andsoften'd  ev'ry  bed: 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  485.  615 

Wliere  should  the  dying  nici)d)crs  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head? 

5  Thence  He  arose,  aseonded  high. 
And  show'd  our  feet  the  way: 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  ilesh  shall  fly 
At  the  great,  rising  day. 

f     6  Then  let  the  last,  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 

Awake  ye  nations  under  ground! 
<       Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies  f  watts, 

484«.         <ii.  63.)         CM,  Canior.     Funeral  Thought. 

At  a  Funeral. 

1  HARK!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound' 
Mine  ears  attend  the  cry. — 

*'Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground, 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie! 

2  "Princes!  this  clay  must  be  ^our  bed, 
In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 

The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head 
Must  lie  as  low,  as  ours!'' 

3  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom? 
Must  we  too  slumber  there? 

Are  we  fast  hastening  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  no  more  prepare? 

Aff  4  0,  grant  us  heav'nly  pow'r  afresh, 

To  lit  our  souls  to  fly ; 

Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
<;       We'll  rise  above  the  sky!  watts. 

485.  (ii.  110.)         S.M.         Cedron.     Little  Ma rlbonMi-h. 

Death  and  the  Resurrection. 

1  AND  must  this  body  die? 
This  wondrous  frame  decay? 

And  must  these  active  limbs  soon  lie, 
And  moulder  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Though  worms  my  frame  devour, 
They  shall  refine  this  flesh. 

Till  my  returning  spirit's  hour 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 


616  HYMN  486.  [death  and 

mf  3  Array -d  in  glorious  grace. 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine,. 
And  ev'ry  shape  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine ! 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below. 
And  sing  his  pow'r  above. 

aff  5  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these,  our  humble  songs  ; 
f         Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 

With  our  immortal  tongues!  watts. 

486.         (1.6.)  CM.  Litch6eld.     Mear. 

Triujnph  over  Death. 

1  GREAT  Godj  I  own  the  sentence  just, 
And  nature  must  decay  ; 

I  yield  my  bod}'  to  the  dust 
To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 

mf      My  Jesus,  rising,  lives  to  save  ; 
My  God,  my  Savior,  comes  I 

5  The  Conqueror  with  his  radiant  crown 
Will  take  his  glorious  seat. 

And  death,  his  tinal  foe,  overthrown, 
Lie  vanquish'd  at  his  feet. 

—  4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  skin, 
And  gnaw  my  wasting  flesh, 
When  God  shall  build  my  bones  again, 
He-U  clothe  them  all  afresh. 

rof  5  Then  shall  I  s^e  thy  glorious  face 
With  strong,  immortal  eyes. 
And  feast,  blest  Jesus,  on  thy  grace 
With  rapture  in  the  skies  !  watts. 

4S7.  (i.  1 '•)  C.  M.  St.  Ann's.     Colchester. 

Victory  over  Death. 
1  O,  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
To  cheer  my  dying  hours. 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  489.  617 

To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  death, 
And  all  his  IVighttul  powers! 

mf  2  Joyful,  ^vith  all  the  strength  I  have, 
My  quiv'rin<r  lips  shall  sing, — 
"Where  is  thy  boasted  vict'ry,  grave? 
And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting?" 

—  3  If  sin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  secure  5 

Death  has  no  sring  beside: 

Faith  gives  a  hope,  that  shall  endure, 

For  Christ,  my  ransom,  died! 

mf  4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Be  thanks  for  all  his  love. 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors,  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  who  lives  above!     watts. 

488.  (ii.65.)         CM.  St.  Mnrtin'^.     Archdalp. 

Hope  of  Heaven. 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  darts  be  hurled  ; 

Then  I  can  smile  at  vSatan's  rage. 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow^  fall  ; 

aff       May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God, — my  heav'n, — my  all ! — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

>  In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 

—  And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

>  Across  my  peaceful  breast !         wwtts. 

489.  (1.19.)  CM.         Woodstock.     Arlington. 

Vision  of  Christ  at  Death. 
1  ''NOW  let  me  die!" — 'Twas  Simeon's  word  j 
''And  close  my  peaceful  eyes! 
I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord 
The  Savior  from  the  skies'" 
52^ 


618  HYMN  490.  [death  and 

2  Jesus  !  the  Gentiles'  joyful  light. 
Thine  Israel's  hope  and  stay, 
O,  that,  in  death,  of  Thee  the  sight 
May  cheer  mj  gloomy  way  ! 

mp  3  Then,  while  the  pulse  of  life  grows  weak, 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll ! 

A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
f         And  glory  in  my  soul!  watts. 

490.  (i.  110.)  C.  M.  St.  Ann's,    Mailow, 

Death  and  Glory. 

1  THERE  is  a  house,  not  made  with  hands. 
Eternal,  and  on  high  ; 

And  here  mv  spirit  waiting  stands, 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 
Must  be  dissolv'd  and  fall ; 
Then,  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heav'niy  Father's  call. 

S  'Tis  He,  by  his  almighty  grace. 
Who  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven. 
And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Hath  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  w^alk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  ; 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 

But,  while  the  body  is  our  home. 
We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  The  future,  promis'd  good  we  love  ; 
But  we  would  rather  see  ! 

A'ff      O,  that  we  now^,  in  heav'n  above. 

Were  present,  Lord,  with  Thee!         watts. 

491.  (ii.  66.)  C.  M.  Nichols.    Jordan, 

Prospect  of  Heaven. 
mf  1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Unfading  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-with'ring  flowers: 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  493.  619 

—       Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

S  wSvveet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood. 
Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ;• — 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start,  and  shrink 
To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 

And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink. 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O,  coukl  we  make  our  doubts  remove. 
Those  gloomy  doubts,  that  rise. 

And  see  the  Canaan,  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes:  — 

mf  6  Could  we  but  climb,  where  Moses  stood. 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er  ; 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  not  death's  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore.         watts. 

492.  (i.  18.)  C,M.  Woodstock.    Arlington. 
Blessed  are  they,  who  die  in  the  Lord.     Rev.  14. 

1  HEAR  what  the  voice  from   heav'n  proclaims 
For  all  the  pious  dead! 

mp      Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest  ; 
How  calm  their  slumbers  are  ? 
From  suff'rings  and  from  sins  at  rest. 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  snare ! 

mf  3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife. 
They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward!  watts. 

493.  S.  M.  Boylston.     Olmutz. 
End  of  the  Righteous. 

mp  1  O,  FOR  the  happy  end 

Of  him,  who  peaceful  dies, 

Who,  as  the  weepers  o'er  him  bend, 

Lifts  up  his  rapt'rous  eyes ! 


620  HYMN  494.  [death  and 

P     2  0,  for  the  sweet  repose 
;>        Of  him,  who  sleeps  in  death  ; 
—       Who  naught  of  pain  and  sorrow  knows, 
And  naught  of  struggling  breath. 

mf  3  O,  for  the  endless  joy 

Of  him,  whom  Christ  will  own, 

Exalted  to  a  throne  on  high, 

Adorn'd  with  glorious  crown  !         allen. 

494.  7s.  Pleyel'^^  Hymn.     Pilgrim. 
Death  of  the  Righteous. 

1  LO !  the  pris'ner  now  is  blest, 
Lighten'd  of  his  fleshly  load  ; 
Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 
He  is  gather'd  to  his  God! 

2  Lo,  the  pain  of  life  is  past, 
All  his  warfare  now  is  o'er  ; 
Death  and  hell  behind  are  cast. 
Grief  and  sufPring  are  no  more. 

3  Yes,  the  Christian's  course  is  run, 
Ended  is  the  glorious  strife  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  work  is  done. 
Death  is  swallow'd  up  of  life! 

4  Borne  by  angels  on  their  wings, 
Far  from  earth  the  spirit  flies  ; 
Finds  his  God,  and  sits,  and  sings. 
Triumphing  in  paradise!  Wesley's  coll. 

495.  S.  M.  Mornington,     Utica. 
Peaceful  Death. 

1  O,  FOR  the  death  of  those, 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord! 

O  be,  like  theirs,  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward! 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground 
In  silent  hope  may  lie. 

Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

^^      3  Their  ransom'd  spirits  soar. 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love. 


ETERXiTY.]  HYMN  497.  621 

To  meet  the  Savior,  thoy  adore, 
And  reign  with  Him  above! 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 
Through  long,  succeeding  years, 
Embahn'd  with  all,  our  hearts  can  give, — 
Our  praises,  and  our  tears! 

5  O  for  the  death  of  those, 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord! 

O  be,  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  rew^ard! 

CHURCH    PSALMODY.  ^ 

496.  C.  M,  Litchfield,     Wantage. 
On   the  Death  of  a  Minister  or  Christian. 

1  FAREWELL!  Thou  friend  of  God,  fare^vell! 
How^  sweet  thy  frame's  repose, — 

Thy  spirit  fled  on  high  to  dwell, 
Where  stream  of  bliss  o'erflows? 

2  Farewell!  Thy  joyful  toils  are  o'er  ; 
A  Sabbath  thou  dost  keep! 

Farewell !    On  earth  we  meet  no  more, 
Till  waking  from  death's  sleep. 

3  Hast  thou  not  enter'd  paradise, 
The  place  of  heav'nly  rest? 

Thou  dwellest  now^  beyond  the  skies  ; — 
We  hail  the  good  man  blest! 

4  Lord,  let  his  pure  example  bright 
Exert  on  us  its  power, 

mf      That  we  with  him  may  dwell  in  light. 

In  glor}'  evermore  !  allen. 

497.  8  &  7.         Mount  Vernon.     Greenville. 
On  the  Death  of  a  Minister- 

1  LORD,  we  mourn  thy  servant  sleeping. 
Whom  no  more  our  e3'es  shall  see  ; 
But  this  thought  should  check  our  weeping, 
He  from  bondage  now  is  free  ! 

mp  2  While  his  weary  body  tasteth, 

Sweet  repose,  where  now  he  lies, 
mf      Lo,  his  happy  spirit  hasteth 

To  the  joys  of  paradise  ! 


622  HYMN  498.  [death  and 

—  3  Let  the  truths,  which  he  imparted, 
Cheer  us  with  their  heav'nly  light, 
Make  us  humble,  tender-hearted, 
Pure  and  holy  in  thy  sight! 

4  Let  his  pray'rs,  to  Thee  arising, 
Which  his  iips  did  oft  outpour, — 
Pray'rs  of  faith  and  zeal  surprising, — 
Still  draw  down  thy  Spirit's  power. 

5  Lord!  may  we, — his  foot-prints  guiding, — 
Ever  w^alk  with  Thee  in  love  ;     . 
Never  from  the  right  way  sliding, 

mf      May  we  reach  his  home  above !         allen. 

498.  6  &  4.         S wanton.     Italian  Hymn. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Missionary. 

1  YOUR  arduous  work  is  done ! — 
Your  glorious  race  begun 

In  heaven  above ! 
O,  servant  of  the  Lord, 
Who  taught  the  saving  word, 
How^  great  is  your  reward 

In  God's  own  love.^ 

2  Despising  earthly  toys, 
You  sought  the  nobler  joys. 

And  pleasures  pure. 
Which  only  they  can  feel. 
Who  live  for  others  weal. 
And  would  to  them  rev^eal 

God's  merc}^  sure ! 

3  You  heard  your  Master's  voice, — 
"Let  wand'ring  men  rejoice 

In  truth  made  known." 
You  hearken'd  to  the  call: 
You  saw  releas'd  the  thrall, 
You  saw  the  idols  fall, 

By  truth  o'erthrown ! 

4  And  now,  in  peaceful  rest. 
How  greatly  are  you  blest. 

Where  toils  are  o'er? 
As  gleaming  star  of  night, 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  500.  623 

You'll  shine  in  hcav'n   nio<t  bright, 
And  taste  of  sweet  delight 

Foreverniore !  allen. 

4i99.  8s.  Northfield.    Wanwoith. 

Death  of  a  Sister  in  Christ. 
mp  1   'T  IS  finish'd  ! — the  conflict  is  past, 
The  heav'n-l)oni  spirit  is  fled! 
Her  wish  is  acconi})lish'(l  at  last  ; 
How  calmly  she  sleeps  with  the  dead? 

2  No  sickness,  nor  sorrow,  nor  pain 
Shall  ever  discpiiet  her  now  ; 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 
Since  Christ  was  her  life  here  below. 

—  3  Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 
To  mansions  of  glory  above. 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light. 
And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love! 

4  What  tongne  of  her  joys  can  e'er  tell, 
Of  glory  and  bliss  to  her  given  .^ 
We  say  to  our  sister,- — ''Farewell! 
But  soon  we  shall  meet  thee  in  heaven  !" 
Alexander's  coll. 

500.  8s.  Northfield.    Punt  Delgada. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Wife. 

1  "  'T  IS  \^  ell."     She  has  enter'd  the  rest, 
Where  sorrow  shall  never  intrude  ; 
She's  gone  up  to  dwell  with  the  blest  ; 
Her  joys  are  the  joys  of  the  good  I 

2  "  'T  is  well."     From  the  storm  she  has  fled. 
The  tempest,  which  rages  below  ; 

No  more  shall  it  beat  on  her  head. 
No  more  shall  the  waves  o'er  her  flow. 

3  "  'T  is  well."     And  I  w^ould  not  recall 
The  lov'd  one,  now  tasting  repose. 
Though  fairer  and  dearer  than  all, 
Which  earth  to  the  eye  can  disclose ! 

4  '"T  is  well."     Did  I  love  her  too  much.'* 
To  me  was  she  idol  unjust.'^ 


624  HYMN  501.  [death  and 

mp      Then  rightly,  O  God!  at  thy  touch, 
>        The  idol  did  sink  into  dust. 

—  5  ^^'Tis  well."     And  I  will  not  repine. 

Though  deeply  my  heart  be  now  riven  ; 

aff       I  bless  Thee,  that  once  she  was  mine  ; 

O,  bring  me  to  meet  her  in  heaven  !         allen. 

501,  8  &  7,         Worthing.     Greenville. 
On  the  Death  of  a  Child. 

mp  1  O,  WHAT  lovely  flow'r?  how  blooming.'* 
And  what  fragrance  round  it  spread.'' 
But  a  frost,  all  blighting,  dooming, 
Struck  the  flow'r  of  beauty  dead! 

aff  2  Yet,  O  Lord,  my  soul  submitting 
Would  thy  justice  humbly  own, 
And  confess,  as  is  most  fitting, 
'T  is  my  idol  overthrown ! 

3  Let  my  heart  to  Thee  restored. 
Love  supremely  things  above: 
Be  thy  grace,  O  Lord,  adored. 
Thou  didst  blight  my  flow'r  in  love !         allen. 

502.  7s.  Pleyel's  Hymn.     Sharp. 
Death-Scenery  in  Contrast. 

Solo  or  Semi-Chorus, 
mp  1  DEATH  has  struck  his  fatal  blow  ; 
See  his  victim  lying  low. 
Choruri. 
mf      Death  himself  was  captive  led 
By  the  Savior,  when  He  bled! 

Solo. 
mp  2  Sad  the  sight  of  dying  strife, 
Sad  the  failing  pulse  of  life. 
Chorus, 
mf       Glad  the  dying  christian's  eye, 
Lifted  up  in  ecstasy ! 

Solo, 
mp  3  Gloomy  is  the  parting  gaze. 

Speaking  out  the  soul's  amaze. 

Chorus. 

p         Sweet  the  farewell  look  of  love, 
Ere  the  soul  ascends  above ! 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  503.  626 

Solo. 
mp  4  Dark  the  narrow  irrave  and  drear. 
There  no  ray  of  hope  can  cheer. 
Cliorus. 
mf      Jesus  dazzlinsr  radiance  shed 
On  the  mansions  of  the  dead ! 

Solo. 
mp  5  Form  so  lov'd  will  soon  decay. 
To  the  crawling  worm  a  prey. 
Chorus. 
mf      Yet  that  form  again  shall  rise, 

Ever  glorious  in  the  skies!  allen. 

503.  8s.  Nordiampton.     Punt  Delgada, 

On  the  Death  of  a  pious  Youth. 

1  '^  AHj  lovely  appearance  of  death!" 
With  paleness  there's  peace  on  that  brow: 
Though  gone,  like  a  vapor,  her  breath, 
Her  soul  is  at  rest,  ye  may  know. 

The  beautiful  flow'r,  just  outspread, 
Displaying  its  hues  to  the  eye, 
Is  smitten  by  frost,  and  is  dead  ; — 
But  why  for  its  fate  should  we  sigh.'^ 

2  We  mourn  not  the  spirit  now  fled 
From  sin,  and  from  pain,  and  from  sighs: 
We  say,  that  the  lov'd  one  is  dead  ; 

mf      We  mean,  that  she  lives  in  the  skies! — 

—  The  Flower  is  now  wither'd  and  sear. 
Yet  fragrance  remaineth  behind  ; — 
Again  shall  the  blossom  appear 
More  fair,  and  more  pure,  and  refined. 

mf  3  In  spring  of  Eternity's  year, 

'T  will  burst  from  the  clod  into  light, 

Its  beautiful  form  to  uprear, 

In  Eden  to  bloom  without  blight. — 

—  Companions  of  her,  now  asleep! 
Like  her,  love  the  Savior  on  high  ; 
Then,  though  at  our  loss  we  may  weep, 

mf      We'll  joy,  at  your  sain,  when  vou  die  !     allen. 
"53 


626  HYMN  504.  [death  and 

504.  7s.  Wilmot.     Washington  Str. 
Triumphant  Death. 

mf  1  DYING,  full  of  joy,  I  sing,^ 
Dying,  I  triinnphant  cry, 
^'Death!  O  Death!  say,  where's  thy  stmg? 
Grave !  say,  where's  thy  victory  ? 

2  "Death!  thy  sting  is  pluck'd  away  ; 
Jesus  hath  my  sins  forgiven ! 
Grave !  I  scorn  thy  dread  array  ; 
'Tis  my  certain  path  to  heaven ! 

3  "Haste  the  moment  of  my  flight. 
When  aloft  my  soul  shall  rise  ; 
When  from  darkness  into  light 

I  shall  burst  with  glad  surprise ! 

—  4  "Nor  forever  in  the  ground 

Sleeps  this  frame  beneath  the  sod, 
But  at  awful  trumpet's  sound 
mf      It  shall  glorious  rise  to  God!"         allen. 

505.  8  &  7.  Westborough.     Greenville. 
The  Death  of  the  Christian. 

mp  1  THERE!  that  parting  breath  has  ended 
All  this  scene  of  toil  and  wo  ; 
Then  th'  immortal  soul  ascended, 
Where  unfailing  pleasures  flow. 
Hallelujah,  Amen. 

2  Happy  soul,  what  bliss  surprising 
Greets  thee  in  yon  blest  abode ! 
mf      Hark!  We  hear  the  chorus  rising, 
"Welcome,  child  and  heir  of  God! 
Hallelujah,  Amen." 

—  3  Jesus  sits,  in  light  enthroned. 

Crown  and  sceptre  to  Him  given: 
Now  He  reigns,  though  once  He  groaned  ; 
See,  He  smiles  ;  his  smile  is  heaven! 
Hallelujah,  Amen. 

f     4  Thousand  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  Savior's  name  abroad. 
Name,  which  ev'ry  soul  rejoices, — 
"Jesus,  Son,  and  Lamb  of  God  !" 

Hallelujah,  Amen.  allen. 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  507.  627 

506.  ^'  ^^'  London.     Dundee. 
Death  and  the  Resurrection. 

1  THE  morning  flow'rs  display  their  sweets, 
And  gay  their  leaves  unfold. 

Careless  of  both  the  noon  tide  heats. 
And  of  the  evening's  cold. 

2  Nipt  by  the  wind's  untimely  blast, 
Parch'd  by  the  blazing  ray, 

The  short  liv'd  glories  quickly  waste, 

>  And  beauties  die  away. 

—  3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 

When  youth  its  beauty  shows  ; 
Fairer,  than  spring,  the  colors  shine, 
More  sweet  than  fragrant  rose. 

4  Or  worn  by  slowly-rolling  years, 
Or  broke  down  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 

>  The  beauties  die  away. 

—  5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb. 

In  brighter  form  shall  shine  ; 
Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  all  sad  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  let  death  devour, 
If  lieav'n  succeed  our  pains : 
Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flower. 
If  lii'm  God's  word  remains.        wesley's  coll. 

507.  83.  Wanworth.     Punt    Delgada. 

Death  of  the  Saint. 
mp  1  AH!  lovely  appearance  of  death  I 
No  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair: 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants,  that  breathe. 
Can  with  a  dead  body  compare. 

2  With  solemn  delight  I  survey 
The  corpse,  now  the  spirit  is  fled; 
I  gaze  on  the  beautiful  clay. 
And  gladly  would  lie  in  its  stead. 

3  This  form  is  afllicted  no  more 
With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain; 


628  HYMN  508.  [death  and 

The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er 
And  ne'er  shall  be  waged  again. 

4  No  anger  henceforward,  nor  shame 
Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame. 
And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 

5  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest;   - 
Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er; 
This  quiet,  immoveable  breast 
Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more. 

6  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine. 
While,  bound  in  a  prison,  I  breathe; 
And  still  for  deliv'rance  I  pine, 
And  press  to  the  issues  of  death. 

7  What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew 
O  might  I  this  moment  become, — 
My  spirit  created  anew. 
My  flesh  to  repose  in  the  tomb!     whitefield. 

508.  8  &  4.  Wayland.     Doomsday. 
(Repeat  the  third  line.) 

Blessedness  of  the  righteous  dead. 

mp  1  THERE  is  a  calm  for  those,  who  weep,  t 

A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found;  j 

They  softly  lie,  and  sweetly  sleep  I 

Low  in  the  ground. 

mf   2  The  soul  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay. 
In  heav'n's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine 
A  star  of  day  ! 

—  3  The  sun  is  but  a  spark  of  fire, 
A  transient  meteor  in  the  sky; 
f         The  soul,  immortal  as  its  sire,  .    ' 

Shall  never  die !        Montgomery. 

509.  (i.  41.)  a  M.  Dedham.     Winter. 

The  Martyrs  glorified. 
mf  1  THESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine! 
Whence  all  their  white  array? 
How  came  they  to  the  seats  divine 
Of  everlasting  day.? 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN    511.  629 

mp  ^2  From  tort'rin^  pains  to  heav'n's  delight 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 

And  strangely  wash'd  their  raiment  white 

In  Jesus'  dying  blood ! 
—  3  With  grateful  hearts  and  thankful  tongues 

They  bow  before  the  throne: 
mf      Their  warblinir  harps  and  sacred  songs 

Extol  the  Holy  One! 
mp  4  The  Lord  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 

The  sorrows  of  their  eyes, 
mf      And  lead  them,  for  unending  years. 

Where  living  fountains  rise!  watts. 

510.  12&11,         Scotland.     New  Jerusalem. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Friend. 

1  THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave;  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb; 
The  Savior  has  pass'd  through  its  portals  before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;    we  no  longer  behold  thee. 
Nor  tread  the  rough  patlis  of  the  world  by  thy  side; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold  thee. 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  Sinless  has  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee. 
Whose  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,  and  guide; 
He  gave  thee.  He  took  thee,  and  He  will  restore  thee, 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Savior  has  died. 

HEBER. 

511,  8  &  7.  Mount  Vernon.     Jewett. 
The  Righteous  happy  in  Death. 

1  LO,   the  creeping  worm,  that  windeth 
Web  of  death  for  wintry  sleep, 

In  the  spring  its  freedom  findeth. 
Bursting  from  its  slumbers  deep. 

2  Now  that  worm  with  wings  is  roving, — 
Glitt'ring  wings  of  golden  die, — 
Flutt'ring  gaily,  gently  moving. 

Free  ancTgiad  in  balmy  sky! 

3  Mourner!  dry  thy  tears,  now  flowing; 
Weep  no  more  for  sleeping  dead : 
Lo,  the  spirit,  freedom  knowing, 

Soars  on  hish: — to  heav-n  'tis  fled!       allen? 


630  HYMN  512.  [death  and 

512.  (i.  105.)     CM.  Nineveh.   Newton. 

Heaven- 

1  NOR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard. 
Nor  sense  nor  reason  known 

What  joys  the  Father  hath  conferred. 
On  those,  who  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come: 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  beyond  the  sky. 
And  all  the  region  love; 

No  wanton  lips  nor  envious  eye 
Can  taste  the  bliss  above. 

4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 
Pollution,  shame,  and  sin; 
The  wicked  shall  be  driv'n  afar^ 

The  righteous  dwell  within !  watts. 

513.  S.  M.  Boylston.     Olmutz. 

The  Widow^s  Son  raised,     Luke  7. 

1  NO  revellers   are  here. 
Thus  moving  sad  and  slow; — 
A  widow^'s  son  is  on  the  bier. 
And  tears  of  anguish  flow. 

2  Why  stops  the  moving  crowd  .'^ 
The  Son  of  God  commands; 

mf      "  Young  man,  arise !"  He  cries  aloud; 
The  dead  man  lifts  his  hands ! 

mp  3  What  ecstasy  was  thine, 

O,  widow,  blest  once  more, 
mf      To  hear  that  mighty  voice  divine, 

And  see  its  wondrous  power  ? 

—  4  And  thus,  another  day, 

That  voice  will  reach  the  dedd, — 
The  myriads  slumb'ring  in  the  clay, — 

mf      And  life  and  rapture  spread!  allen 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  515.  631 

614,  H.  M,  Murray.     Bethesda. 

The  Resurrection. 

1  MY   life's  a  shade;   my  days 
Apace  to  death  decline: 

My  Lord  is  life,  He'll  raise 

My  flesh  again,  e'en  mine: — 
Sweet  truth  to  me, — ''I  shall  arise: 
And  with  these  eyes,  my  Savior  see !" 

2  My  peaceful  grave  shall  keep 
My  bones  till  that  sweet  day, 
I  wake  from  my  long  sleep, 
And  leave  my  bed  of  clay: — 

Sweet  truth  to  me, — '^  I  shall  arise; 
And  with  these  eyes,  my  Savior  see !" 

3  My  Lord's  blest  angels  shall 
Their  golden  trumpets  sound. 
At  whose  most  welcome  call 
My  grave  shall  be  unbound: — 

Sweet  truth  to  me, — '^  I  shall  arise. 

And  with  these  eyes  my  Savior  see  !"     sherer. 

515.  '''s*  Wilson.     Telemann's  Chant. 

Resurrection. 
1  CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day. 
Our  triumphant  holy  day: 
He  endur'd  the  cross  and  grave. 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

mf  2  Lo !  He  rises, — mighty  King ! 

Where,  O  death!  is  now  thy  sting .^ 
Lo !  He  claims  his  native  sky ! 
Grave !  where  is  thy  victory.'^ 

—  3  Sinners !  see  your  ransom  paid, 
Peace  with  God  forever  made: 
With  your  risen  Savior  rise, 
Claim  with  Him  the  purchas'd  skies. 

mf  4  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to  day, 

Our  triumphant,  holy  day: 
f         J^oud  the  song  of  vict'ry  raise  ; 

Shout  the  great  Redeemer's  praise ! 

pratt's  coll 


632  HYMN  516.  [death  and 

516.  C.  M.  Grafton.     York, 
The  last  Harvests 

1  THE  angel  comes  ;  he  comes  to  reap 
The  harvest  of  the  Lord  ; 

O'er  all  the  earth,  with  fatal  sweep. 
Wide  waves  his  flaming  sword. 

2  And  who  are  they,  in  sheaves,  to  bide 
The  fire  of  vengeance,  bound? — 

The  tares,  whose  rank,  luxuriant  pride 
Chok'd  the  fair  crop  around. 

3  And  who  are  they,  reserv'd  in  store 
God's  treasure-house  to  fill? 

The  wheat,  a  hundred  fold  that  bore 
Amid  surrounding  ill. 

Aff  4  0  King  of  mercy !  grant  us  power 
Thy  fiery  wrath  to  flee  ! 
In  thy  destroying  angel's  hour 
O  gather  us  to  Thee  !  milman. 

517.  8  &  7.  Monmouth.     [In  Choir.] 
Judg77ient  Day. 

1  AMAZ'D,  what  do  I  see  and  hear? 

The  end  of  things  created  ; 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ; 
The  trumpet  soimds,  the  graves  restore 
The  dead,  which  they  contained  before  ; 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  Him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding. 
Caught  up  to  meet  Him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding: 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepar'd  to  meet  Him. 

3  But  sinners,  fiU'd  with  guilty  fears, 

Behold  his  wrath  prevailing  ; 
For  they  shall  rise  and  find  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing; 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone  ; 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  519.  633 

Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 
All  unprepar'd  to  meet  Him. 

4  Amaz'd,  what  do  I  see  and  hear! 
The  end  of  things  created! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated: 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day, 
When  heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
And  thus  prepare  to  meet  Him. 

Montgomery's  coll, 

518.  L.  M.        Winchelsea.     St.  Paul's, 
Judgment. 

1  HE  comes !  He  comes !  the  Judge  severe ! 
The  awful  trumpet  speaks  Him  near  ; 
His  lightnings  flash  ;  his  thunders  roll  ; 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul.'* 

2  From  heav'n  angelic  voices  sound  ; 
Behold  the  Savior,  Jesus  crown'd ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glor}^  decks  the  Savior's  face ! 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He  claims  the  kingdom  for  his  own  ; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word. 
And  hail  Him  their  triumphant  Lord! 

4  Shout,  alive  people  of  the  sky! 
Shout,  all  ye  saints  of  God  Most  High: 
Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
Forever  and  forever  reigns  !        wesley's  coll. 

519.  8.  7.  &4,  Brest.     Calvary, 
Judgment. 

1  LO !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  earthly  sinners  slain ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints,  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train: 

Hallelujah! 
Jesus!  comes, — and  comes  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 
Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty ! 

They,  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  Him, 


634  HYMN  520.  [death  and 

Pierc'd  and  nail'd  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailin*^^ 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see ! 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 
Heav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  away  ; 
All,  who  hate  Him,  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day, — 

^'Come  to  judgment ! — 
^^Come  to  judgment! — come  away!"     Oliver. 

520.  _  L.  M.  Enon.     Windham. 

Judgment  Day. 
mp  1  THE  day  of  wrath! — that  dreadful  day! — 
AVhen  heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
What  pow'r  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay.^ 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day.'^ — 

2  When,  shriv'lling,  like  a  parched  scroll. 
The  flaming  heav'ns  together  roll, 
mf      And  louder  yet,- — and  yet  more  dread. 

Swells  the  high  trumj),  that  wakes  the  dead ! 

mp  3  O,  on  that  day, — that  wrathful  day. 

When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Jesus  !  be  Thou  the  sinner's  stay. 
Though  heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 

SCOTT. 

521.  8  &  6.  Lanesboro.     [In  Choir.] 
The  Heavenly  Rest. 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest. 

To  mourning  wand'rers  given: 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  ev'ry  wounded  breast : — 

'T  is  found  above,— m  heaven  ! 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls. 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven. 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear, — but  heaven  I 

3  There  fliith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye. 

To  brighter  prospects  given. 
And  vie^vs  the  tempest  passing  by. 


I 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  523.  635 

And  sees  the  evening-  shadows  fly. 
And  all  serene  in  heaven ! 

4  There  fragrant  flow'rs,  immortal,  bloom. 

And  joys  supreme  are  given: 
There  light  divine  dispels  the  gloom  • — 
Beyong  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven!      p.  minstrel. 

522,  (ii-  86.)  C.  M.         Bangor.     Lebanon. 
Freedom  from  Sin  in  Heaven. 

1  OUR  sins,  alas,  like  raging  sea, 
O'erwhelm  us  with  dismay  ; 

They  break  our  duty.  Lord,  to  Thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rise.'* 
How  loud  the  tempests  roar.? 

But  death  shall  bring  us  to  the  skies, 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  shore. 

3  There  to  fulfil  thy  sweet  cojnmands 
Our  speedy  feet  shall  move  ; 

No  sin  shall  clog  our  active  hands, 
Nor  cool  our  flaming  love  ! 

mp  4  Forever,  Jesus,  thy  blest  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 
mf      And  thy  salvation,  with  acclaim, 
<       Shall  rise  on  ev'ry  song !  watts. 

523.  (ii.23.)  L.  M.  Thnsbury,     Tiuro. 

Sight  of  Heaven. 

1  O,  FOR  a  sight,  a  pleasant  sight 
Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Savior,  crown'd  with  light, 
Cloth'd  with  a  body,  like  our  own. 

2  Adoring  saints  around  Him  bow. 

And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  Him  fall  ; 
Glories  divine  from  Him  outflow. 
And  shed  a  brightness  on  them  all. 

3  O,  what  amazing  joys  are  theirs. 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
While  each  his  majesty  declares. 

And  spreads  the  triumphs  of  their  King.? 


636  HYMN  524.  [death  and 

4  When  shall  that  day.  blest  Lord,  arrive, 
That  I  shall  mount' to  dwell  above, 
With  ransoni'd  souls  in  joy  to  live, 
And  view  thy  face  and  sing  thy  love?      watts. 

524^,  C.  M.         London.     Marlow. 

The  Last  Trumpet. 

1  WHEX  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  world, 
And  tempests  rend  the  skies. 

And  air  and  earth,  to  ruin  hurPd, 
In  harsh  disorder  rise  ; 

2  Safe  in  my  Savior's  love  1*11  stand. 
And  strike  a  tuneful  song, — 

My  harp  all  trembling  in  my  hand. 
And  all  inspired  my  tongue. 

3  I'll  shout  aloud,  '*'Ye  thunders,  roll. 
And  shake  the  sullen  sky. 

Your  sounding  voice,  from  pole  to  pole. 
In  angry  murmurs  try. 

4  "Let  earth  now  totter  on  her  base. 
And  clouds  the  heav'ns  deform  ; 
Blow,  all  ye  winds,  from  ev'r\^  place, 
And  rush  the  final  storm!" 

mp  5  Come  quickly,  blessed  Hope,  appear, — 
Bid  thy  swift  chariot  fly  ; 
Let  angels  tell  thy  coming  near, 
And  snatch  me  to  the  sky. 

—  6  Around  thy  wheels,  in  gladsome  throng, 

I'd  bear  a  joyful  part, 
mf      All  hallelujah  on  my  tongue, — 

All  rapture  in  my  heart !  byles. 

52o.  ^-  ^L  Olmutz.     Eastburn. 

Song  of  the  Redeemed  and  of  Angels.     Rev.  7. 

1  BEHOLD,  a  countless  throng, 
In  glorious,  joyful  bands. 

Of  ev'ry  kindred,  tribe,  and  tongue, 
With  palm-branch  in  their  hands ! 

2  They  stand  before  the  throne. 
Before  the  Lamb  once  slain, 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  527.  637 

Array 'd  in  robe  of  white  each  one, 
And  thus  lift  up  their  strain: — 

mf  3  ''Salvation  to  our  God, 

Whose  throne  shall  never  move, 
And  to  the  Savior-Lamb,  who  trod 
This  earthly  ball  in  love!" 

—  4  Then  all  th'  angelic  choir 

Before  the  throne  fall  do^^^l, 
And,  kindling  with  celestial  fire, 
Thus  make  their  raptures  known: — 

mf  5  '-'Let  blessing,  glor}-.  might. 
And  wisdom,  honor,  power 
Be  paid  to  God,  who  dwells  in  light. 
In  songs  forevermore  !"  allek. 

526.  "5.  Edyfield.     Pilion. 

Saints  in  Heaven.     Rev.  T. 

1  WHO  are  these,  mine  eyes  survey, 
Cloth'd  in  pure  and  bright  array  .^ — 
These  are  saints,  belov'd  of  God, 
Purified  in  Jesus'  blood. 

2  Tell  me,  whence  these  blest  ones  carae.^ 
How  can  they  su^h  glory  claim? 

They  in  furnace  lost  their  dross: — 
They  did  glory  in  the  cross! 

3  They  were  martyrs  to  their  Lord  ; 
Slaughter-d  by  the  pagan's  sword ! 
They  did  bear  reproach  and  shame: 
Therefore  they  this  glory  claim. 

4  'Tis  the  gift  of  Him,  who  died, 
And  whose  word  will  firm  abide: 
Would'st  thou  dwell  with  them  in  light: 

mf      Fearless  take  their  path-way  bright !     allen. 

527.  "=•  Wilson.     Blue  Town, 

Heaven.     Rev.  7. 
1  LO,  on  Zion's  glorious  height 
Countless  hosts,  array'd  in  light. 
FilPd  with  joy  and  sweet  amaze. 
Hymning  their  Redeemer's  praise ! 
54 


638  HYMN  528.  [death  and 

2  These  are  they,  whose  tears  did  flow, 
While  the}^  dwelt  on  earth  below  ; 
These  are  they,  who  suffer'd  shame 
For  their  lov'd  Redeemer's  name! 

3  Now,  releas'd  from  wo  and  care, 
They  a  crown  of  glory  wear  ; 
Now  they  dwell  in  heav'n  above, 
Blest  with  their  Redeemer's  love ! 

4  And  their  song  shall  ever  rise. 
And  re-echo  through  the  skies,— 

mf       ''  Glory  to  the  Lamb,  once  slain  j 

Praise  in  everlasting  strain  !"  allen. 

528.  8  &  7.  xMonmouth.     (hi  Choir.) 

The  last  Judgment. 

1  I  SEE  the  mighty  Judge  appear, 

On  throne  of  glory  seated ! 
The  loud,  resounding  trump  I  hear, 

By  which  the  dead  are  greeted ! 
And  all  the  sleepers  in  the  ground 
I  see  uprising  at  the  sound: 

Jesus  !  they  rise  to  meet  Thee ! 

2  On  thy  left  hand  I  see  the  crowd 

Of  men  deprav'd  and  wretched: 
I  hear  the  w^ailings  shrill  and  loud, 

I  see  the  arms  outstretched! 
And  O,  their  terror  and  dismay 
At  this  most  awful,  final  day  ! 

Jesus  !  they  dread  to  meet  Thee  ! 

3  At  thy  right  hand  I  see  the  throng 

In  garments  vrhite  all  gleaming  ; 
I  listen,  but  hear  not  their  song. 

Though  bright  each  face  is  beaming: 
In  silence  they  await  their  doom. 
But  not  in  sadness  and  in  gloom: 

Jesus!  they're  glad  to  meet  Thee! 

4  And  now  I  hear  the  Judge's  voice. 

The  doom  of  all  declaring  ; — 
"Depart,  ye  cursed,  from  all  joys 

Into  the  flames  now  glaring!" — 
'-But  come,  ye  blest,  with  Mc  to  know 


ETERXiTY.]  HYMN  530.  639 

The  streams  of  good,  which  ever  flow!" 
Thus,  Jesus  !  all  do  meet  Thee! 

5  And  O,  my  soul,  art  thou  prepared 

To  hear  the  trumpet  .sounding? 
To  hear  thy  sentence  loud  declared. 

Bright  angels,  thee  surrounding? 
And  will  that  sentence  thee  approve. 
And  lift  thee  up  to  heav'n  above? — 

Thus,  Jesus,  may  I  meet  Thee !     allen. 

o29.  "=^-         Southampton.    Pilgrim  Chant. 

Day  of  Judgment. 

1  O,  THAT  fire  !  before  whose  face 
Heav'n  and  earth  shall  find  no  place! 
O  those  eyes  !  whose  angry  light 

Are  the  day  of  that  dread  night! 

2  O  that  trump,  whose  blast  shall  run 
Even  round  with  circling  sun, 
Urging  murm'ring  graves  to  bring 
All  men  forth  to  meet  their  King! 

3  Dread  of  nature,  hell  and  death! 
When  a  deep  groan  from  beneath 
Cries,  ''We  come,  we  come !"  and  all 
Caves  of  night  answer  one  call! 

4  O  that  book !  whose  leaves  so  bright 
■    Set  the  word  in  dreaded  light ! 

O  the  Jud^e!  whose  hand,  whose  eye 
None  endure,  yet  none  can  fly ! 

mp  5  Mercy!  Lord !  mercy,  I  cry. 

With  pale  cheek  and  bleeding  eye  ; 
Thou,  my  Hope,  my  Judge,  my  Friend, 
Shield  me,  bless  me  to  the  end! 

6  When  thy  frown  shall  last  proclaim 
Left-hand  goats  to  folds  of  flame. 
And  thy  lost  sheep  found  shall  be, — 
"Come,  ye  blest!"  say  Thou  to  me! 

R.   CRASHAW. 
530.  8,  7  &  4.  Brest.     Greenville. 

Day  of  Judgment. 
1   HARK!  the  final  trump  is  sounding! 
Loud  it  rings  through  earth  and  hell, 


640  HYMN  531.  [death  and 

Ev'ry  living  ear  astounding, 
Waking  slumb'rers  in  their  cell: 

Lo !  the  sleepers 
Waking  from  their  narrow  cell! 

2  See!  the  glorious  Judge  is  seated 
On  his  cloud-built  throne  on  high. 
And  by  angel-hosts  is  greeted, 
All  earth's  myriads  standing  nigh  ; 

Lo!  the  weepers. 
Rising  from  the  dead,  stand  nigh ! 

3  All  his  murd'rers  are  before  Him, 
All,  who  slighted  mercy  free  ; 
While  the  righteous  now  adore  Him, 
Sinners  from  Him  all  would  flee  ; 

But,  O  sinners! 
Whither,  whither  can  ye  flee? 

4  Hark!  that  voice  of  dreadful  thunder, 
"Now,  ye  cursed,  all  depart!" 
Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  wonder, 
"Come,  ye  blessed,  to  my  heart!" 

These  to  heaven 
Rising,  those  to  hell  depart!  allen. 

531.  8,  7&4.  Sicilian  Hymn.     Greenville. 
Resurrection  of  the  Pious. 

1  SHALL  the  sleepers  sleep  forever.'* 
Shall  the  form  of  loveliness, 
Turn'd  to  dust,  be  built  up  never, 
Nor  again  thy  vision  bless? 

O  poor  Mourner, 
Shall  it  not  thy  vision  bless? 

2  Yes,  it  will  be  new  created. 
Rising  up  in  lovelier  guise  ; 
Then  thy  heart  with  bliss  is  sated, 
Then  pure  rapture  lights  thine  eyes: 

O  Rejoicer, 
Purest  rapture  lights  thine  eyes!  allen. 

532.  8s.  7s.  &  4.  Bresf.     Greenville. 

Day  of  Judgment. 
1  HARK!  the  arch-angePs  trump  is  sounding! 
Wide  its  thrilling  notes  are  spread, 


ETERNITY.]  HYMN  533.  641 

Every  living  car  astomidinir, 
Waking  up  the  slunih'riiig  dead! 

All  are  siinnnoned 
To  the  Judgment  seat  most  dread ! 

2  TheUj  by  angel-hosts  divided, 
Lo,  arranged  on  the  left, 

All,  who  once  the  truth  derided. 
Stand  dismay 'd,  of  hope  bereft; 

O,  how  dreadful ! 
Of  all  joy  and  hope  bereft! 

3  But  the  holy  then  are  placed 
Near  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand : 
O,  the  gladness  to  be  traced 

In  their  looks,  as  there  they  stand  ! 

O  the  raptures. 
Which  do  thrill  them,  as  they  stand ! 

4  These  do  hear, — ''  O,  come,  ye  blessed  ! 
Come,  with  Me  forcA'er  dwell!'' 

To  the  rest  is  doom  addressed, — 
"  Go,  ye  cursed,  down  to  hell!" 

O,  the  difference ! 
Endless  heaven,  endless  hell!  allen. 

o3*i,  Sapphic  Measure. 

Final  Judgment. 

1  HARK  I  the  trump  sounding,  and  the  ear,  that  sleepeth, 
Hears  the  loud  summons  to  the  awful  judgment: 

All  the  dead  rising,  and  the  sinner  weepetli. 
Coming  to  judgment. 

2  Lo,  the  Judge  throned  on  the  clouds  outshining! 
Ail  th'  immortals  at  his  bar  are  standing: 

Vain  are  strong  terrors,  or  the  souPs  repining; 
All  there  are  standing  I 

3  On  the  left,  hopeless,  are  the  wretched  tremblers: 
They  are  men  sinful,  to  the  flames  condemned. 
Foes  to  all  goodness,  theunmask'd  dissemblers, 

Lost  and  condemned! 

4  On  the  right,  joyful,  are  the  blest  ones  bowing; 
They  are  approved  by  the  Judge  in  mercy; 
Grateful  atiection  to  the  Savior  showing. 

They  do  find  mercy!  allex. 

54* 


642  HYMN  534.  [eternity.] 

534.  L.  M.  St.  Paul's.    Miss,  Chant. 

Day  of  Judgment. 

1  O,  DAY  of  wrath!  O  dreadful  day, 
When  heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 
How  will  the  guilty  sinner  shake. 

When  judgment  pomp  on  him  shall  break.'* 

2  The  trump  will  send  a  startling  sound 
To  all  the  sleepers  in  the  ground  ; 
And  all  will  wake,  and  with  surprise 
Behold  the  Judge  in  flaming  skies. 

3  In  vain  will  reprobates  then  call 

On  rocks  and  mountains  down  to  fall, 
And  w^helm  them  in  the  ruin  wide, — 
Their  souls  from  angry  Judge  to  hide. 

afF  4  0,  Jesus,  Savior,  full  of  love! 

Let  me  thy  great  salvation  prove; 
So  shall  I  welcome  that  dread  day. 
When  heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 

ALLEN. 

535.  C.  M.  Medfield.     Jerusalem. 

The  heavenly  Jerusalem. 

1  JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home ! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 

O,  when  beneath  thy  heav'n-built  dome 
Shall  I  my  Savior  see.'* 

2  O,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  1  thy  courts  ascend, — 

Thy  courts  by  ransom'd  millions  trod, — 
Where  sabbaths  never  end.'* 

3  There  happier  bow'rs,  than  Eden's,  bloom, 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know: 

Blest  seats !  through  earthly  storm  and  gloom 
I  onward  press  to  you ! 

4  Why  should  the  forms  of  wo  affright.'* 
Or  coming  death  dismay? 

mf      I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  sight, 
And  realms  of  endless  day! 

—  5  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  I 
mp      Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 


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[baptism.]  hymn   537.  643 

—       Full  soon  beneath  thy  heav'n-built  dome 

mf      Shall  I  my  Savior  see!         Montgomery's  col. 

536.  8  &  6.  Lanesboro*.     (In  Qioir.) 

Heavenly  Rest. 

1  FOR  weary  souls  there  is  a  rest, 

In  God's  rich  mercy  given  ; 
Repose  to  hearts,  by  grief  oppress'd, 
Repose  from  all  their  cares  uublest, — 

A  dwelling-place  in  heaven! 

2  Ah  who  on  life's  rough  ocean-wave 

Forever  would  be  driven  .^ 
Who  would  not  find  the  shelt'ring  grave .'^ 
Who  doth  not  port  of  safety  crave, — 

A  resting-place  in  heaven? 

3  But  none  that  peaceful  rest  will  find. 

That  have  not  nobly  striven  ! 
For  good  men, — for  the  pure  in  mind. 
Toilers   for  God,  by  woes  refined, — 

Remaineth  rest  in  heaven !  allen. 


BAPTISM. 


537.  S.M.  Lathrop.     Utica. 

Baptism,     Mat.  28.  19. 

1  THE  act  of  baptism  done, 
O  Lord,  before  thy  face. 

In  name  of  Father,  and  of  Son, 
And  Spirit  of  all  grace, — 

2  Do  Thou,  in  wondrous  love, 
Confirm  the  sacred  rite, — 

Thy  Spirit  sent  down  from  above, 
In  plenitude  of  might, 

S  To  wash  the  soul  from  sin. 
And  save  through  Jesus'  blood, 
To  purify  the  po"w^rs  within. 
And  new-create  to  good. 

4  So  shall  the  ransom'd  soul, — 
United  with  the  blest, — 


644  HYMN  538.  [baptism.] 

Where  streams  of  glad  salvation  roll, 
Enjoy  an  endless  rest!  allen. 

638.  S,  BI,  Cedron.     Utica. 

Promise  to  Believers  and  their  Children^ 

Aflf  1   OUR  children  Thou  dost  claim, 
And  mark  them  out  for  thine: 
Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine. 

2  Thee  let  the  fathers  know, 
And  Thee  the  sons  adore, 
Join'd  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vow, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

3  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ? 
How  plenteous  is  thy  grace, 
Which  in  tliy  love  and  promis'd  worrl 
Includes  our  rising  race  ? 

4  Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  fathers'  God, 

To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share, 
f         And  sound  thy  praise  abroad!  Salisbury  coll. 

539,  S  ^  '''•  Benson,     Sicilian  Hymn. 

Baptism  of  Children. 

1  SAVIOR!  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 
With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading. 
While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share  ; 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving. 
Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm. 
There,  we  know, — thy  word  believing, — 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never,  from  thy  pasture  roving. 
Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey  ; 

Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving,  • 

Keep  them  all  life's  dang'rous  v/ay. 

4  Then,  within  thy  fold  eternal. 
Let  them  find  a  resting  place  ; 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 

Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace  !  episc.  coll. 


[baptism,]  hymn  541.  645 

54f0.  C.  M.  Mcdfiel.l.     St.  Martin's. 

Coming  to  Baptisnu 
AfT  I   BLEST  Savior,  may  I  never  be 
Thy  name  a<ham\l  to  own. 
Lest  Thou  should^t  ne'er  acknowledge  nie 
Before  thy  glorious  throne ! 

2  Thou  wast  baptizM  for  me  with  shame. 
And  bitter  pangs  of  wo : 

O,  may  I  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  thy  salvation  show. 

3  ril  follow  Thee,  and  bear  my  cross, 
Nor  fear  the  scorn  and  pain. 

For  in  thy  cause  whate'er  my  loss, 
'Twill  turn  to  endless  gain. 

4  0,  wash  me  in  thy  saving  blood. 

Grant  me  thy  Spirit's  power  ; 
Then,  from  my  sin  restored  to  good, 
ril  praise  Thee  evermore!  allen. 

5  il^  L.  M.  Luz.    Pilesgrovc 

Baptism. 

1  IF  Christ  be  truly  here  confest. 

The  soul  shall  gain  the  promisM  rest  ; 
But  they,  who  Jesus  shall  deny, 
Can  never  dwell  in  blessed  sky- 

2  Believer,  thou  dost  feel  no  shame  ; 
Thy  boast  is  in  the  Savior's  name: 
O,  may  the  God  of  grace  and  love 
From  thee  his  Spirit  ne'er  remove! 

5  For  then,  though  grief,  and  shame,  and  wo 
May  spread  their  clouds  o'er  thee  below. 
Yet  glorious  light  on  thee  shall  shine, 
And  everlasting  joy  be  thine. 

4  The  foUow'rs  of  the  Lamb  shall  rise 
Above  the  glories  of  the  skies, 
»f       And  they  the  Savior  will  adore 

With  holy  rapture  evermore!         allen. 


646  HYMN  542.  [baptism.] 

542.  C.  M.  Medfield.    St.  Martin's. 
Before  Baptism. 

(For  those,  who  practise  Immersion.) 

1  ALMIGHTY  Savior!  here  we  Stand, 
Ranged  by  the  water  side : 

Hither  we  come  at  thy  command. 
Thou,  who  for  us  hast  died! 

2  Thy  footsteps  mark  the  heav'nward  way, 
For  all,  that  love  thy  cause : 

Lord,  thy  example  we  obey. 
And  glory  in  the  cross. 

3  Our  Lord  belov'd,  we'll  follow  Thee, 
Where'er  Thou  lead'st  the  way, 

>       Through  floods,  thro'  flames,  thro'  death's  dark 

vale, 
<       To  realms  of  endless  day !  Baldwin. 

543.  L.  M.  Zerah»    Medway, 

Baptism. 
(For  those,  who  practise  Immersion.) 

1  THE    great   Redeemer   we   adore, 
Who  came  the  lost  to  seek  and  save, 
Went  humbly  down  from  .Jordan's  shore, 
To  be  baptiz'd  in  Jordan's  wave. 

2  "  Thus  it  becomes  us  to  fulfil 

All  righteousness,"  He  meekly  said  ; — 
Why  should  we  then,  to  do  his  will 
Or  be  asham'd,  or  be  afraid.'' 

3  Jesus!  our  Guide  and  heav'nly  Friend, 
We,  now,  to  this  baptismal  flood, 

.  In  Thee  believing,  would  descend: 
Lord,  save  us  by  thy  cleansing  blood. 

4  When  Thou  in  glory  shalt  appear, 
May  we,  uprising  from  the  tomb. 
The  joyous,  final  sentence  hear. 
And  dwell  in  heav'n's  eternal  home! 

J.   STENNETT. 


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[haptism.]  HYiMN  543.  647 

5i4<.  L.  M.  Rockingham.     Misi.  Cliant. 

Baptis?n. 
(For  those,  who  practise  Immer^ion.) 
1    COME,  Holy  8])irit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
Come  ill  the  ])lenitiule  of  love! 
O,  teach  our  hearts,  in  highest  strain. 
To  praise  the  Lamb  for  sinoers  slain. 

"2  We  love  thy  name,  we  love  thy  laws. 
We  joyfully  embrace  thy  cause; 
We  love  thy  cross,  the  shame,  the  pain, 
O,  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain  ! 

3  We  plunge  beneath 'the  mystic  flood; 
O,  j)lunge  us  in  thy  cleansing  blood; 
We  die  to  sin,  and  seek  a  grave 
With  Thee,  beneath  the  yielding  wave. 

4  And  as  we  rise,  with  Thee  to  live, 
O,  let  the  Holy  Spirit  give 

The  sealing  unction  from  above, 

The  breath  of  life,  the  fire  of  love  !       judson. 

545.  C.  M.  Marlow»     York. 

^^Jter  Baptism. 

1  BAPTIZ'D  into  our  Savior's  death, 
Our  souls  to  sin  must  die  : 

'Tis  now  we  breathe  a  heav'nly  breath, 
Our  souls  now  mount  on  high. 

2  Ne'er  let  us  shrink  from  shame,  or  pain, 
Nor  fear  in  sorrow's  night. 

If  we  a  crown  in  heav'n  would  gain, 
And  dwell  in  God's  own  light. 

3  There,  seated  by  his  Father's  side. 
He  sits  upon  his  throne, — 
Jesus,  who  on  the  cross  once  died, 
Our  crimson  guilt  t'  atone. 

mf  4  Rise!  from  these  earthly  trifles  ri-e 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ! 
Above  our  choicest  treasure  lies; 
And  be  our  hearts  above  !  doddridge. 


648  HYMN  546. 

THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

546.  (iii.  1.)  L.  M.         Ashfield.   Munich, 

The  Supper  instituted. 

1  'T  WAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  be  tray 'd  Him  to  his  foes; — 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began. 

He  took  the  bread,  andbless'd,  and  brake; 
mp      What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran? 

What  wondrous  words  of  grace  He  spake  .^ 

—  3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  thine. 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food:" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  bless'd  the  wine, — 
'^  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  ''Do  this,"  He  cried,  "till  time  shall  end. 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend; 
Meet  at  my  table  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

aff  5  Around  thy  table.  Lord,  we  meet. 

And  thus  thy  death  show  forth  with  joy. 

Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 

Thy  marriage  supper  in  the  sky.  watts. 

547.  L«  M.  Nazareth.     Dresden, 
First  coming  to  the  Table. 

aflf    1  LORD,  I  am  thine; — thine  would  I  die, — 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity: 
The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

2  Here,  at  that  cross,  where  flows  the  blood. 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee  my  new  Master  now  I  call. 

And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all ! 

3  Do  Thou  assist  a  feeble  worm 

The  great  engagement  to  perform! — 
O,  blessed  Jesus  !  let  me  be 
mf      At  last  a  guest  in  heav'n  with  Thee  !     davies. 


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supp£R.]  HYMN  550.  649 

548.  (iii.3.)         CM.         Lilch5eld.     Arlington. 

The  JVew  Covenant  sealed. 
1  ''THE  promise  of  my  Father's  love 
Shall  stand  forever  good  ;" — 
He  said,  descending  from  above, 
And  seaPd  the  grace  ^vith  blood. 
Aff  2  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 
I  set  my  worthless  name  ; 
I  seal  th'engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 
3  My  soul  and  flesh,  as  seems  most  right, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine  ; 
mf      The  pard'ning  grace,  and  strength,  and  light, 
And  glory  shall  be  mine  !  watts. 

549.  L.  M,         Ashfield.     97th  Psalm. 
At  the  Lord's  Table. 

1  "THIS  do,"  said  Christ,"  rememb'ring  me!'* 
Aff     Yes,  Lord,  I  will  remember  Thee  ! 

I  drink  the  wine,  and  eat  the  bread, 
The  gift,  which  vivifies  the  dead. 

2  No  thrall,  releas'd,  who  walk'd  forth  free, 
E'er  joy'd,  as  I,  redeem'd  by  Thee ! 
From  dungeon  to  a  palace  led, 

All  pain,  and  grief,  and  care  are  fled, 

3  And  greater  still  my  joy  shall  be, 
When  ransom'd  from  the  grave  by  Thee ! 
Then,  rising  from  my  prison  bed, 

My  wings  for  heav'nly  flight  I'll  spread. 

4  Then,  Lord,  thy  glory  I  shall  see, 
And  I  shall  dwell  fore'er  with  Thee! 

mf      With  Thee,  first  Riser  from  the  dead, 

Of  all  thy  ransom'd  ones  the  Head!         illen. 

550.  (iii.  5.)         C.  M.         Albany.    St.  Martin's. 

Christ  the  Bread  of  Life. 
1  LET  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word, 
'T  is  He  our  souls  hath  fed: 
Thou  art  the  living  stream,  0  Lord,. 
And  Thou  th'  immortal  bread. 


650  HYMN  551.      '  [the  lord's 

2  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  giv  es  his  flesh 
To  nourish  dyin^  men, 

And  often  spreads  his  table  fresh. 
Lest  we  should  faint  again. 

3  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 
While  Jesus  finds  supplies, 

Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death, — 
mf      For  Jesus  never  dies  ! 

—  4  Daily  our  mortal  flesh  decays, 

But  Christ,  our  life,  shall  come  ; 
His  unresisted  pow'r  shall  raise 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.  watts. 

551.  (iii.6.)         L.  M.  Ashfield.     97th  Psalm. 

Memorial  of  Christ, 

1  JESL^S  is  gone  above  the  skies. 
Beyond  our  feeble,  narrow  sight, 
And  earthly  objects  fill  our  eyes; 
And  cheat  us  with  a  false  delight. 

2  While  He  is  gone  to  dwell  above. 
He  gave, — lest  we  forget  his  face, — 
These  emblems  of  his  dying  love. 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot. 
And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem, 

mf      Christ  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought, 

And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  Him!        watts. 

552*  S.  M.         Mornington.     St.  Thomas. 

Memembering  Christ- 

1  ''THIS  do,  rememb'ring  me!" 
Aff      Yes,  Lord,  we  drink  the  wine. 

And  eat  the  bread,  rememb'ring  Thee, 
And  all  thy  love  divine  ! 

2  When  Thee  from  heav'n  we  see, 
Disrob'd  of  glorious  form, 

O,  shall  we  not  remember  Thee, 
In  form  of  man,  a  worm? 

mp  3  Lord,  in  Gethsemane, 

Where  bloody  sweat-drops  rolPd, 


SUPPER.]  HYMX  554.  661 

Our  melting  hearts  remember  Thee, 
And  all  thy  grief  untold! 

4  And  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
Where  Thou  did-t  hang  in  wo, 

"We,  wond'ring,  Lord,  remember  Thee, 
The  Lamb,  whose  flood  did  flow! 

mf  5  From  bursting  tomb  set  free. 
Ascending  to  thy  throne, 
Our  Savior!  we  remember  Thee! 
We  boast  in  Thee  alone  !  allen. 

553.  ('■'>•  2.)         S.  M.  Lathrop.      Watchman. 

Communion  with  Christ. 

1  CHRIST  doth  his  saints  invite 
Around  his  board  to  meet: — 
We  come,  andtiiid  a  pure  delight, 
With  Him  communion  sweet. 

2  This  sacred  bread  and  wine 
Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  Lord  divine, 
And  int'rest  in  his  death. 

5  The  saints  and  Christ  above 
Our  Father  deems  but  one  ; 

We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  Christ  the  lii'st-born  Son. 

mf  4  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  joined 
His  glorious  name  to  raise  ; 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  ev-ry  mind. 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praise!  watts. 

554.  (iii-  22.)         L.  M,         Cliapel  Street,     Wells. 

Compassion  of  Christ. 

aflf  1   OL'R  Savior's  praise  we  loud  proclaim: 

O,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move, 

In  strains  immortal,  as  his  name. 

And  melting,  as  his  dying  love ! 

$1  Was  ever  equal  pity  found.' 

The  Prince  of  heav'n  resigns  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground 
To  ransom  guilty  worms  from  death. 


eo2  HYMN  555.  [the  lord's 

3  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  strive 
To  speak  compassion,  so  divine  ; 
Had  we  a  thousand  lives  to  give. 

All, — blessed  Jesus, — should  be  thine!    watts. 

555,  (iii.  23.)         C.  M.  Ferry.     London, 

Glory  by  the  Death  of  Christ. 

1  SITTING  around  the  Savior's  board, 
We  raise  our  tuneful  breath  ; 

Our  faith  beholds  her  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  sins  to  death. 

2  The  blood  of  Jesus  is  displayed, 
Whence  all  our  pardons  rise  ; 

We,  sinners,  view  th'  atonement  made. 
And  love  the  sacrifice. 

Aflf  3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  shameful  cross 
Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns: 
Our  highest  gain  springs  from  thy  loss. 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 

4  0  !  'tis  impossible,  that  we. 
Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay. 

Should  equal  sufl'rings  bear  for  Thee, 

Or  equal  thanks  repay  !  watts. 

556.  L*  ^I-  Pilesgrove.     Dresden. 
Christ  dying,  rising,  and  reigning, 

mp  1  HE  dies! — the  Friend  of  sinners  dies! 
Lo,  Salem's  daughters  weep  around: 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies! 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground ! 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ; 
For  us  the  Lord  of  glory's  slain  ! — 

mf      But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb! 
Up  to  his  Father's  courts  He  flies  ; 
Cherubic  leofions  guard  Him  home. 
And  shout  Him  welcome  to  the  skies! 

4  Say  now,  ye  saints, — ''Live,  glorious  King! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !" 


SUPPER.]  HYMN  558.  653 

Then  ask, — ^^O  death,  ^vhere  is  thy  stin<?? 
And  Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave?" 

WATTS. 

557.  (iii.  19.)         L.  M.        St.  Peter's.     Alfreton. 
JS'^ot  ashamed  of  Christ  crucified. 

Aflf  1  THOU,  who  didst  wear  the  crown  of  thorns, 
Thy  dying  feast  we  here  attend  ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  thy  board  adorns, 
Thy  flesh  doth  nourish  ev'ry  friend. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love. 
And  trusts  for  life  in  one,  who  died! 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame 
And  deem  thy  service  pain  and  loss  ; 

mf  We  come  to  boast  our  Savior's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross ! 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 
''He,  that  was  dead,  has  left  his  tomb  5 
He  lives  beyond  their  utmost  rage. 

And  we  are  waiting,  till  He  come !"       watts. 

558.  (iii-  7.)         L.  M,         Sunderland.     Withington. 

Crucifixion  to  the  World, 

1  WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died. 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss. 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God: 
All  the  vain  things,  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

mp  3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  .^ 

—  4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small  ; 


654  HYMN  559.  [the  lord's 

mf      Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life^  my  all!     watts. 

559.  H.  M.  Darvvell.      Warsaw. 
Praise  of  Zion^s  ^ing. 

mf       1  YE  angel-hosts  above, 

Jesus  extol,  your  King  ; 

His  joyful  praises    sing, 

In  wonder  and  in  love  ; 
For  He,  a  Conqu'ror  in  his  might, 
Is  now  enthron'd  in  glory  bright! 

mp       2  Ye  saints,  with  sweeter  joy. 

Bestow  the  praises  due  ; 

Let  songs  your  lips  employ. 

For  He  once  died  for  you: — 
mf      Then  praise  Him  for  his  love  and  power  ; 
Extol  your  King  forevermore  !  allex. 

560.  73.  Xuremburg.     Blue  Town. 
jYo  saving  JS'^ame  hut  that  of  Christ. 

aflf  1  JESUS!  when  the  floods  of  grief 
Me  o'erwhelm  with  foaming  wav^e. 
From  thine  arm  I  seek  relief: 
Lord,  no  other  name  can  save  ! 

•  2  Jesus!  when  in  tempting  hour 
Passion  holds  me  as  its  slave, 
Thou  canst  break  the  tempter's  power: 
Lord,  no  other  name  can  save! 

3  Jesus!  v/hen  my  heart  repents, 
\yhen  with  tears  thy  feet  I  lave. 
Thou  canst  drive  despondence  hence: 
Lord  I  no  other  name  can  save  ! 

4  Jesus !  though,  the  world  around. 
Wild  delusions  fiercely  rave. 
Yet  in  Thee  is  safety  found: 

Lord!  no  other  name  can  save!  allen. 

561.  7"*         Adullum.     Pilgrim's  Chant. 
Love  to  the  crucified  Savior. 

aff  1  SAVIOR  !  who  didst  die  for  me, 
Han^in!?  on  the  cross-shaii'd  tree, 


SUPPER.]  HYMN  5G3.  655 

Who  diflst  come,  mv  soul  to  save, 
And  to  lift  me  from  the  grave  ; — 

2  Since  I  thy  salvation  know, 

O  what  flame  of  love  should  glow 
In  my  heart,  redeem 'd  In'  blood. 
And  by  Thee  restor'd  to  God? 

3  Blessed  Savior!  thron'd  above. 
Thee  I  would  forever  love! 

mf       Lord,  to  Thee  be  praise  and  power. 

Blessing,  glory,  evermore  !  allen. 

562.  S.  &7.         Sicily.     Sicilian  Hymn. 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

aff  1  JESUS!  blest  be  Thou,  victorious, 
Sacrifice,  and  Savior,  Lord  ! 
Now  our  heav'nly  King,  all-glorious. 
By  the  countless  hosts  adored ! 

mp  2  Once  thy  blood  was  freely  flowing. 

As  Thou  on  the  tree  didst  die: 
mf      Now  to  Thee  are  angels  bowing, 

Seated  on  thy  throne  on  high! 

—  3  We  would  join  their  songs,  and  never 

Shall  our  holy  raptures  end! 
mf      We  will  praise  Thee,  Lord,  forever, 

Jesus,  SAvioR,  matchless  Friend!       allen. 

563.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.    Silver  Street. 
Praise  for  Redemption.         Isa.  44. 

1  WASH'D  is  the  crimson  stain, — 
Not  wool  so  bright  in  show  ; 
The  scarlet  die  is  white  again, 
Like  gently  falling  snow  ! 

mf  2  For  this,  ye  heav'ns,  now  sing, 
And  lift  up  gladsofne  voice  ; 
'T  is  done  by  Christ,  the  heav'nly  King: 
O,  earth  below,  rejoice  I 

S  Ye  mountains,  join  the  song, 
Ye  forests,  shout  for  joy! 
Let  ev'ry  tree  the  strain  prolong, 
And  notes  of  praise  emj)loy! 


656  HYMN  564.  [the  lord's 

4  God  hath  his  sons  redeemed, 
And  shown  them  saving  love  ; 
The  light  on  them  hath  now  outbeamed, 
And  glory  from  above  !  allen. 

564.  6s.  Alps. 

Hope  of  Heaven  through  Christ.         1  Pet.  1. 

1  THY  name,  O  God,  be  blest, 
Who,  in  thy  wondrous  love. 
Hast  giv'n  us  hope  of  rest. 
And  bliss  with  Thee  above ! 

2  This  lively  hope  we  owe 
To  Jesus'  matchless  love, 

mf      Who  burst  his  tomb  below, 
And  rose  to  heav'n  above! 

—  3  And  now  we  hope  to  share 

The  fruits  of  saving  love, — 
mf      A  kingdom  without  care. 

Bright  heritage  above ! 

aff  4  We  do  not  Thee  behold  ; 

Yet,  SavioR,  Thee  we  love, 

And  joy  with  joys  untold 

In  hope  of  heav'n  above!  allen* 

565.  S.  ^^'  Boylston.    Fairfield, 

The  Passover  denoting  the  Death  of  Christ. 

1  THE  wrathful  angel's  sword 
Did  ev'ry  dwelling  suiite. 

Except  where  post  of  door  was  scored 
With  blood  of  Lamb  in  sight. 

2  But  where  that  blood  was  seen 
On  lintel  of  the  door, 

The  angel's  sword,  though  bright  and  keen^ 
That  dwelling  passed  o'er. 

3  Thus  in  the  final  day. 
When  angel  hosts  shall  come 

To  smite  the  wicked  with  dismay. 
And  send  them  to  their  doom, 

4  Their  sword  shall  ne'er  intrude 
On  them,  for  whom  Christ  died,— 


SUPPER.]  HYMN  5G7.  657 

"Who  bear  the  mark  of  saving  blood. 

By  faith  and  love  applied!  allen. 

566.  L.  M.         Ribbith.     Bowen. 

Christ  dying  and  rising. 

1  WHY  o'er  the  sun  is  spread  a  pall, 
And  why  heaves  earth  in  agony? — 
The  Lord,  who  fram'd  this  earthly  ball. 
And  kindled  glorious  sun,  doth  die ! 

2  For  us  the  King  of  glory  dies  ! 

See,  hanginsr  on  the  cross-shap'd  tree, 
Th' unblemish'd  Lamb  of  sacrifice. 
Whose  blood  doth  set  the  guilty  free. 

mf  3  In  vain  the  rock-hewn  tomb  is  sealed^ 
In  vain  the  guard  is  watching  round: — 
An  angel-form  is  bricfht  revealed, 
And  terror  shakes  the  solid  ground! 

—  4  The  stone  why  rolls  he  from  the  door. 
And  opes  the  Savior's  tomb  to  light? 

mf      Because  his  Master  sleeps  no  more. 
But  rises  in  eternal  might ! 

aff  5  Blest  Jesus  !  now  enthron'd  on  high, 

We  trust  in  Thee,  for  Thou  cansfsave, — 

Assur'd,  that  though  our  bodies  die. 

Thine  arm  will  bring  them  from  the  grave  ! 

ALLE>'. 

5u7.  *5'         Anfield.     Redeeming  Love- 

Redeeming  Love- 
Aff    1  JESUS!  Savior  !^vho  didst  die 

On  the  cross  in  agony, 

Let  our  ransom-d  spirits  prove 

Wonders  of  redeeming  love! 

2  Lord! — of  all,  which  meets  our  sight, 
What  can  fill  us  with  delight. 
What  our  heart's  afl:ections  move. 
Like  thy  strange,  redeeming  love: 

3  Raise  us  from  our  dwelling  low  : 
Then,  while  endless  ages  fiow, 

mf      We  will  praise,  in  heav'n  above, 

Wonders  of  redeemiuof  love  !  allex. 

56 


658  HYMN   568.  [the  lord's 

568.  S.  M.         St.  Thomas.    Silver  Street. 
Glorying  in  the  Cross* 

1  THE  monarch  on  his  throne 
May  boast  his  state  and  train  : 

Jesus,  the  Lamb,  my  soul  hath  known  ; — 
I  boast  a  Savior  slain  ! 

2  Rich  man,  though  feeble,  old, 
May  boast  his  wealth  and  gain: 

I  ask  no  gems  nor  treasur'd  gold, 
I  boast  a  Savior  slain ! 

S  Philosophers  in  pride 

May  boast  their  knowledge  vain: 
My  soul  hath  known  the  Crucified  ; 
I  boast  a  Savior  slain ! 

4  And  e'en  in  world  of  light, — 
When  heav'nly  home  I  gain, — 
Amidst  the  host  of  angels  bright, 
I'll  boast  a  Savior  slain  !  allen. 

569.  6&:4.         Dort.     Italian  Hymn. 
Praise  of  the  Redeemer, 

Aff  1  MY  Savior  and  my  King, 
Thy  praises  I  will  sing 

With  raptures  high ! 
For  wondrous  was  the  love, 
Which  Thee  in  heav'n  did  move, 
And  brouorht  Thee  from  above 
For  us  to  die  ! 

mp  2  Well  may  our  tears  o'erflow, 
At  sight  of  grief  and  wo 

On  tree  accurst ; 
Well  might  the  sun  his  light 
Conceal  in  gloom  of  night, 
And  earth  quake  with  affright, 

And  cfraves  outburst ! 


mf 


3  But,  Lord,  Thou  soon  didst  rise, 
And  mount  up  to  the  skies, 

Fore'er  to  reign: 
And  we,  through  endless  days, 
Our  joyful  songs  will  raise, 


SUPPER.]  HYMN  572.  659 

And,  grateful,  Thee  will  praise, — 

A  Savior  slain  !  all  ex. 

570.  ^-  P-  ^^'  Peters.     Green  Str. 
Martyrs  saved  by  Chrisfs  Blood. 

1  THESE  glorious  spirits  bright, 
Array'J  in  garments  white, 

How  came  they  to  the  scats  of  day. ^ 
mp      They  came  through  sorrow's  flood, 
And*  in  the  Savior's  blood 

Have  wash'd  their  guilty  stains  away. 

2  And  now  no  more  they  know 
Hunger,  nor  thirst,  nor  wo  ; 

No  more  shall  cares  their  peace  annoy  : — 
mf      Christ  is  their  Sun  of  light. 
They  see  his  glory" bright, 

And  bow  down  with  eternal  joy  !  allen. 

571.  ''=5'  Southarapton.   Pilton. 
The  Marriage-Supper  of  the  Lamb.   Rev.  19. 

mf  1  HARK,  a  voice  of  countless  throng 

Rises  in  melodious  song, 
f         Like  the  voice  of  rushing  flood, 

Like  the  voice  from  bursting  cloud! 

mf  2  Through  the  arch  of  glorious  skies 
Hark,  that  voice  in  thunder  cries, — 

f         '•'Hallelujah!  God  doth  reign  ! 
Jesus  lives,  who  once  was  slain! 

mf  3  '-Let  us  all  be  glad,  rejoice ! 
Let  us  lift  applauding  voice  : 
For  the  Marriage-Feast  is  come, 
And  his  Bride  the  Lord  brings  home  !*'     allex. 

5/2.  S  &  7.  Cesarea.     Sicilian  Hymn. 

Christ  the  Light  of  the  heavenly  City. 

1  PL'RE  the  stream  of  life  is  flowing. 
Clear  as  crystal,  from  the  throne  ; 

From  the  throne,  where  saints  are  bowing, — 
Throne  of  God  and  Christ,  his  Son. 

2  There  no  curse  shall  e'er  be  falling, 
Naught  of  evil  can  annoy  ; 


660  DOXOLOGIES. 

There  on  God  the  saints  are  calling, 
With  the  voice  of  praise  and  joy. 

3  There  no  light  of  sun  is  needed. 
Blessed  city  to  illume  ; 

There  no  gleam  of  moon  is  heeded. 
For  no  night  doth  spread  its  gloom. 

4  There  God's  glory  is  outbeaning, 
III  its  splendor,  pure  and  bright  ; 
There  the  Lamb  of  God  is  gleaming, — 
Heav'nly  city's  fadeless  light !         allen. 

573.  8  k  6.  Sardis. 

The  heavenly  Host  praising  the  Lamb. 

1  LO,  in  yon  glorious  world  behold 

Victors,  array'd  in  light ; — 
All  joyful  with  their  harps  of  gold, 
They  praise  their  Savior's  might, 
mf      Hark,  how  their  songs  of  praise  resound. 

Glad  songs,  which  heav'n  re-echoes  round! 
—       They  sing  the  Lamb  of  sacrifice, 
Who  for  their  ransom  dies ! 

2  Sing  they  the  Victor  from  the  tomb, 

Whom  death  could  not  retain. 
Uprising  to  his  heav'nly  home. 

The  Lord  of  life,  once  slain! — 
mf      "We  hail  Thee,  Savior!  conqu'ring  King! 
And  all  thy  might  and  glory  sing! 
And  we'll  extol  thy  grace  and  power 
In  songs  forevermore  !"  allen. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


1.  L.  M. 

TO  God,  the  Father,— God,  the  Son,- 
And  God,  the  vSpirit, — three  in  one, — 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glor}^  given 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven ! 

2.  C.  M. 

LET  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored, 


DOXOLOGIES.  G61 

Where  there  are  \vorkr«  to  make  Him  knowTi, 
Or  saints  to  love  tlie  Lord.  watts. 

3-  S.  M. 

YE  angels,  round  the  throne, 
And  saints,  that  dwell  below, 
"Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
Ana  bless  the  Spirit  too.  watts. 

4.  L.  M.  Jude  25. 
TO  God,  our  Savior,  only  wise, 
Be  glory,  majesty,  and  power! 

The  Lord,  enthroned  aljove  the  skies, 
We'll  gladly  praise  forevermore  !         allex. 

5.  L.  M.  Rev.  V.  13. 
LET  blessing,  honor,  glory,  power 
Be  paid  to  God,  enthroned  in  light, — 
And  to  the  Lamb,  whom  we  adore, — 
While  endless  years  shall  wing  their  flight ! 

ALLEN. 

6.  C.  M.  Rev.  V.  12. 
TO  Thee,  O  Lamb,  who  once  didst  die. 
Be  paid  all  glory,  power, 

All  riches,  wisdom,  majesty, 

And  blessing  evermore  !  allen. 

7.  S.  M.  Rev.vii.  10. 
SALVATION  to  our  God, 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  the  Lamb,  who  earth  once  trod. 

And  mighty  grief  hath  known  !  alle>'. 

8.  75.  Rev.  7.  12. 
BLESSING,  gloiy,  wisdom,  might, 
Lord,  we  pay  with  sweet  delight  ; 
And  our  songs  of  praise  shall  grow. 
While  unending  ages  flow !  allen. 

9.  8,7&4.  Rev.  V, 
GLORY,  honor,  pow-r,  and  blessing 
All  to  Him,  who  holds  the  throne. 

57 


€62  DOXOLOGIES. 

All  to  Thee  are  now  addressing. 
Lamb  !  who  once  the  cross  hast  known ! 

Loudest  praises 
Unto  Thee,  who  grief  hast  known !       allen. 

10.  H.  M.  Rev.  5. 

ONCE  slain,  Thou  Lamb  of  God^ 

But  now  exalted  high, 

AVe  praise  thy  saving  blood, 

For  Thou  for  us  didst  die ! 
To  Thee  be  blessing,  glory,  power. 
And  songs  of  praise  forevermore !        allen. 


END. 


INDEX 

or  SUBJECTS,   IX  THE    PSALMS  AND   HYMNS. 


[Reference  is  made  to  the  page.     Before  p.  360  are  Psalms:    af- 
ter page  360  are  Hymns.] 

A 

AAROxX  and  Christ,  426. 
Abel  and  Christ,  432. 
Abraham  ottering  his  son,  519. 

promise  to,  519. 
Absence  from  God  intolerable,  536. 
Acceptance  of  mercy,  instant,  480. 
Access  to  God  by  a  mediator,  418. 
Acknowledgment  of  sloth,  533. 
Adam,  and  Christ,  14. 

his  fall,  469. 
Adoption,  526. 

Adversity,  trust  in  God  in,  539. 
Advice  to  youth,  83,  487. 
Affliction,  538. 

benefit  of,  274. 

church  in,  182,  184,  320-324 

from  God,  606,  607. 

hope  in,  99. 

sanctified,  606. 

submission  to,  605. 
Africa,  prayer  for  emigrants  to,  594. 
Aged  Christian's  confidence  in  God,  167. 

prayer,  166. 
Age  old,  happv,  542. 
Alarm,  484. 

All  creatures  praising  God,  347-359. 
Almost  a  Christian,  471. 
Aiigels,-guardianshipof,  206. 

invited  to  praise  God,  234. 

ministry  of,  543,  544. 

song  of  at  the  birth  of  Christ,  404-406. 

song  of  with  the  redeemed,  636, 
58 


664  IxNDEX    OF    SUBJECTS, 

Apostles'  commission,  553. 
Ascension  of  Christ,  56-58,  113,  114,  161,  414,  416.  I 

Atonement  ofChrist,  412,  419-421.  | 

Attributes  of  God,  84-87  ;  363-383. 

B 

Babylon,  fall  of,  562,  563. 
Baptism,  532,  643-647. 

of  children,  644. 
Bearing  the  cross,  527. 
Beatitudes,  514. 

Beauty  of  the  church,  116,  119. 
Belief  and  salvation,  523. 
Believer,  buried  with  Christ,  532. 

dying,  287. 
Beneficent  man,  98. 
Benefit  of  afflictions,  274. 
Bible,  its  value,  267-281. 

Society,  meeting  of,  552,  589. 
Blessed  Gospel,  202. 
Blessedness  of  the  charitable,  255. 

of  the  holy,  3,  4. 

of  the  pious  dead,  619,  628,  629. 

of  the  righteous,  90,  256,  297,  354,  355. 
Blessing  of  God  necessary,  295. 
Blessmgs  of  a  country,  104  :  579. 

of  a  family,  296,  297. 
Blindness  to  God,  472. 
Blind,  receiving  sight,  438. 
Blood  ofChrist,  cleansing  from  sin,  419,  420. 
Book  of  nature  and  scripture,  38. 
Brazen  serpent,  431. 
Breathing  after  heaven,  204. 
Brevity  of  life,  94,  205. 
Brotherly  love,  306,  309. 
Building  God's  house,  584. 


Canaan,  lost,  214. 

Israel  led  to,  243. 
Captivity  of  Zion,  320-324. 
Character  of  the  righteous,  26. 
Characters  ofChrist,  422. 
Charitable  man,  517. 
Charity  rewarded,  90,  9S,  255. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  665 

Charitv  schools,  5S6. 
Child  iost,  500. 
Children  of  God,  516. 
Children,  hymn  for,  5S8. 
praising  God,  13. 
prayed  for,  5S6-5SS. 
Choice  of  God  immediate,  479,  4S0. 
Christ,  and  Aaron,  426. 

ascending,  56-5S,  113,  114. 

ascension  of,  56-58,  161  ;  414,  415. 

atonement  of,  412,  419-421, 

birth  of,  404-406. 

characters  of,  422. 

and  his  church,  106,  107. 

coming  of,  219  ;  407. 

compassion  of,  429. 

condescension  of,  15 

conqueror,  411. 

converts  to,  252. 

coronation  of,  417. 

cross  of,  435. 

crucified,  413,  435. 

death  of,  164  ;  412,  413. 

delight  in  him,  447. 
entering  heaven,  56. 

divinity  of,  403. 

dominion  of,  411. 

dying  and  rising,  47. 

ever-living,  228. 

exaltation  of,  5,  16,  114  ;  417,  435. 

example  of,  433. 

foundation  of  the  church,  264,  266. 

giving  sight  to  the  blmd,  438. 

glory  and  grace  in  him,  409. 

glory  of,  105,  108. 

glory  of  in  heaven,  456. 

as  heavenly  beauty,  424. 

as  heavenly  love,  425. 

heavenly  praise  of,  456-459. 

humbled  and  exalted,  16. 

incarnation  of,  95,  220. 

intercession  of,  431. 

invitation  of,  431. 

Hosanna  to,  264. 

a  judge,  220. 

a  king,  6,  46,  47,  114,  115,  229,  251,  252  ;  427. 


S06  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 

Christ,  King  of  Zion,  170,  224,  251. 

kingdom  of,  6,  49,  168,  171,  222  ;  565-570. 

knocking  at  the  door,  493, 

Lamb  slain,  437. 

Lamb  worshiped,  453. 

living,  418,446. 

love  to  him,  424,  428,  441,444-447. 

love  of  to  man,  407,  430,  441 ,  443. 

majesty  of,  224. 

mediation  of,  408. 

Messiah,  423. 

miracles  of,  411. 

not  ashamed  of  him,  514,  527. 

nativity  of,  404-406. 

obedience  and  death,  164. 

obeyed  or  resisted,  481. 

offices  of,  426. 

pardon  by  him,  419. 

pattern  for  us,  433. 

pierced  by  our  sins,  420. 

power  of,  162,  163,  251,  252. 

praise  to  him,  223,  225  ;  403,  408,  447,  454-459. 

prayer  of,  48,  49,  165,  250. 

prayer  to  him,  448-454. 

preached,  456. 

priest,  251,  252  ;  427,  432. 

prophet,  427. 

raised  to  the  throne,  46. 

reconciling  God  to  man,  425. 

redeeming  love  of,  440,  446. 

regard  to  the  humble,  512. 

■reigning,  113. 

resurrection  of,  29,  46,  113,  162  ;  411,  414-416. 

righteousness  of,  523. 

righteouiness,  our,  434. 

sacrifice,  95, 

salvation  by  him,  192,  193,  265,  424,  439. 

Savior,  436,  437. 

Shepherd,  54. 

sovereif^n  judge,  220. 

star  of  Bethlehem,  439. 

sufferings,  47,  49,  164,  165  ;  435. 

in  the  temple,  410. 

transfiguration  of,  410. 

triumph  of,  458. 

trust  in  him,  45,  442. 

types  of  him,  440. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  667 


Cliriiit,  union  lo  him,  44S. 

universal  kingdom,  6. 

victory  of,  1U9  ;  416. 

vision  of  at  death,  617. 

waters  of  life  from  him,  102. 

way  to  God,  Ais/ 

wisdom  of  God,  404, 
Christian,  communion,  240, 

covenant  with  God,  501. 

crucitied  to  the  world,  432. 

dedication  to  God,  502. 

elTort,  531. 

evening  meditation  of,  541. 

Israel.  545. 

religion,  excellent.  3S7. 

race,  529. 

soldier,  528,  529. 

warfare,  528. 
Christians,  encouraging  each  other,  547. 

meeting,  392,  393. 

parting  with  earthly  joys,  502,  503 

repenting,  321  ;  503-507. 
Church,  inatiiiction,  182,  184. 

beauty  of,  116,  119. 

birth-place  of  saints,  195, 

bride  of  Christ.  108. 

Christ  its  foundation,  264,  266. 

our  delight,  63. 

enemies  of  warned,  187. 

future  glorv  of,  159, 

glory  of,  115-119. 

God's  presence  in,  302-305. 

honor  of  a  nation,  116. 

house  of  God  303-305, 

persecuted,  104. 

prayer  for,  158-160. 

pravins  for  raercv,  183,  184. 

safety  of,  109-112,  117,  298  ;  546. 

tvpified  bv  Israel,  239. 
City  of  God  loved,'2S8. 
Close  of  the  vear,  581. 
Comforter,  the  Holy  Ghost,  467,  468. 
Communion  with  saints,  240,  543. 
Compassionate  man,  97,  98. 
Condescension  of  God,  15. 
59 


668  INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS* 

Confession  and  pardon,  74. 

and  prayer,  91,  125-131,  333. 
Confidence  in  God,  49,  62-66,  137,  141,  144,  179. 

in  old  age,  167. 
Conqueror's  song,  35. 
Conscious  guilt  and  relief,  91. 

uprightness,  61. 
Conversion  of  the  nations,  565—570. 
Converts,  252,513. 

female,  510. 
Conviction  by  the  law,  497. 
Coronation  of  Christ,  417. 
Correction  for  sin,  243. 
Corruption  of  manners,  22. 
Corrupted  youth,  473. 
Counsel  from  God,  29. 
Country,  our  good,  104. 

blessings  of  our,  579. 
Covenant  with  God,  501. 
Creation,  works  of,  79,  363,  364. 

and  redemption,  367,  547- 
Creator  praised,  226,  236,  363-367. 
Creatures  dependent,  238. 
Cross  of  Christ,  borne,  527. 

crucified  by  it,  432. 

looked  at,  421. 

meditation  on,  507, 

repentance  at  the,  507. 
Cure  of  envy  and  unbelief,  87. 
Custom  in  sin,  472 . 

D 

Daily  worship,  209,  210. 

Danger  of  delay,  484. 

Dangerous  prosperity ,  135. 

Day  and  night,  237. 

Day  of  judgment,  121-125;  632-634,639-642. 

of  the  Lord,  209,  264,  286, 
Death,  593-629. 

of  a  child,  624. 

of  a  christian,  621,  626,  629. 

dreadful  or  delightful,  511. 

escape  from,  260. 

and  eternity,  612. 

of  a  friend,  629. 

and  glory,  612,  618. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  669 

Death,   issues  oflife  and,  613. 

of  a  minister,  621, 

of  a  missionary,  622. 

peaceful,  620. 

of  a  pious  youth,  625. 

and  resurrection.  615,  627. 

of  the  righteous,  614,  619,  620,  629. 

scenery  in  contrast,  624. 

of  a  sister  in  Christ,  623. 

this  year,  577. 

triumphant,  614,  616,  626. 

of  a  wife,  623. 
Deceitftilness  of  sin,  496. 
Decrees,  377. 
Dedication  psalm,  302, 
Delav  dangerous,  484. 
Delight  in  God,  145,  146, 

and  his  worship,  145,  138-192. 

and  his  word,  267-281. 
Deliverance  from  despair,  34. 

from  slander,  73. 

song  of,  94,  290. 

from  temptation,  213. 

wonderful,  292,  294, 
Dependence  on  God,  238. 
Depravity  of  man,  22,  24,  26,  132, 
Desertion  and  hope,  100. 
Despondence  and  hope,  99,  100,  173. 
Destruction  of  Sodom,  477. 
Ditference  of  righteous  and  wicked,  1. 
Ditiicult  way  to  heaven,  515, 
Discipline  of  affliction,  607. 
Distribution  of  tracts,  585. 
Divine  instruction,  60. 
Doom  of  the  wicked,  1. 
Door  of  the  heart,  493. 
Dmnkard,  592. 
Dying  believer,  287, 

sinner,  486, 

E 

Eaniest  prayer,  12,  333, 
Earth,  called  to  praise  God,  354. 

love  of,  599. 
Earthly  glory,  vain,  121. 
Eclipse  of  the  sun,  575. 
Education  religious,  81. 


670  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 

Effects  of  the  gospel,  435. 
Effort,  christian,  531. 
Elect,  security  of  the,  430, 
Electing  love  378,  379. 
Election,  sovereign  and  free,  377. 
Elijah,  fed  by  ravens,  537. 
Emigrants  to  Africa,  praver  for,  594. 
End  of  the  righteous,  2,  3,  131,  619,  620. 

of  the  wicked,  2,  3,  131,  132. 
Enemies  of  the  church  warned,  187> 
Envy,  cure  of,  87. 
Equity  of  providence,  18. 
Escape  from  death,  260. 
Eternity,  598,  604,  612. 
Ethiopia  to  be  converted,  564. 
Evening  hymns,  571-574. 

meditation,  541. 

psalm,  8. 

of  the  sabbath,  402. 
Exaltation  of  Christ,  5,417. 
Example  of  Christ  and  saints,  434. 
Excellence  of  God's  word,  276,  281. 
Exhortation  to  holiness,  82. 

to  immediate  obedience,  530. 

to  praise  God,  227,  262,  263, 

to  worship  God,  217. 
Expostulation  with  sinners,  491. 

F 

Faith,  justification  by,  520-524. 

living  and  dead,  526. 

power  of,  524,  525. 

and  repentance,  129. 

strong,  550. 

in  things  unseen,  525> 

and  unbelief,  522. 

walking  by,  524. 
Fall  of  Babylon,  562,  563. 
Family  blessings,  296,  297. 

holy,  296. 
Fast-day,  580. 

for  w^ar,  580, 
Fathers,  God's  mercy  to  our,  105> 
Feast,  marriage  or  other,  583, 
Female  convert,  510. 
Few-  saved,  471. 
Field  of  the  world,  560. 
Final  judgment,  641  > 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  G7 1 


First  coming  to  the  Lord's  table, 648. 

Folly  of  persecutors,  25. 

Foretaste  of  heaven,  550. 

Forgetfulness  of  God,  241. 

Forgiveness,  74-77,  299  ;  508-510. 

Fountain  opened,  420. 

Frailty  of  man,  203-205,  230,601. 

Free  grace,  545. 

Friendship,  307. 

Funeral,  615. 

Future  slorv  of  the  church,  159. 

G 

General  corruption,  22. 
Glory  of  Christ,  105,  107,  108, 

of  the  church,  115,  196. 

to  God,  390. 

and  irrace,  221. 

of  ZTon,  196,  197. 
God,  all  and  in  all,  385. 

all-seeing,  213,  326. 

all-sufficient,  383. 

almighty  creator,  363,  365. 

anger  of,  375. 

answer  to  prayer,  80. 

the  avenger,  19. 

blessing  of  necessary,  295. 

care  of  his  people,  53. 

condescension,  14,  335,  380. 

confidence  of  the  righteous  in  him, 17. 
32,62-66,137,141,144,179,  279.' 

the  creator,  236. 

creatures  dependent  on  him,  238. 

decrees  of,  377. 

defence  of  the  righteous,  7,  19,   21. 
33,142, 

defence  of  Zion,  177. 

delight  in,  145,  146. 

dominion,  211,  367. 

dwelling  with  the  humble,  511. 
electino:  love  of,  378,  379. 

eternaC  203,  204,  211, 

eternal  dominion  of,  367. 

extolled,  194,  227. 

faithful,  244. 

favor  of  sought,  102,  331. 
to  be  feared,  376. 


672 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


God,  forgetfulness  of,  241. 
forgiving,  299, 
of  the  gentiles,  218. 
glory  of,  23S,  312  ;  363,  369,  373. 
the  glory  of  Zion,  546. 
goodness  of,  231,  337,    338,   341, 

345,  383,  600. 
greatness  of,   336,  337,  340  ;  369. 
great  in  Zion,  177. 
the  happiness  of  man,  294  ;  384. 
hearing  prayer,  50,66,156. 
help  in  evil  times,  21, 
a  hiding  place,  496. 
house  of,  301. 
house  of  loved,  188-192. 
house  to  be  built,  584. 
impartial,  34. 
incomprehensible,  371. 
judge  and  refuge,  16. 
justice  of,  160,  214,  375. 
kindness  of  160. 
light  in  darkness,  384. 
longing  after,  101,  136. 
is  love,  383. 
love  of,  15,86,87. 
majesty  of,  36,  68,  69,  86,  201,  202, 

211,212,235,239,312,336,337, 

372,  374. 
mercy   of,   232-235,  254,  292-294, 

325,  338,  380. 
mercy  praised,   81,  157,  176,  325. 
mercy  sought,  72,  141,  300,335. 
mercy  to  our  fathers,  105. 
mercies  of,  161,  233-235,  260. 
miracles  of  for  Israel,  181. 
omnipresence  of,  326-329,  369. 
omniscience  of,  214,  326-329,  376. 
ordering  the  seasons, 2 37. 
perfections  of,  84-87,  319,  368,370. 
perfect  law  of,  42. 
portion  of  the  righteous,  8,30,  173, 
power  of,  212,  254,  374. 
praised,  156,157, 176,240,  249,250, 

262,  268,  339,  390,  391. 
praise  to  him,  185,   215,  216,  219, 

226,  227,    238,   242,  257,   311, 

320,  339-359. 


INDEX  OF   SUBJECTS.  G73 

God,  prayer  to,  299, 

presence  of  in  trouble,  536, 

present  in  Zion,  152,  188-192,302, 

303. 
our  preserver,  284,  382. 
a  protector,  12,37,82,283,285,  332. 
protector  of  his  church,  110,  283. 
protector  of  his  saints,  192,  283-285. 
providence  of,  153,236,  319. 
punishing  and  rewarding,  244,    248. 
a  refuge,  9,  16,38,  67,  73,  103,111, 

136,  145,  206,  331. 
rejoicing  in,  33,  78,  542,  543. 
requiring  the  heart,  122, 
rewarding,  244,  248. 
righteous  judge,  20 
righteous,  213, 
a  rock,  37. 

safety  in  him,  80,  206,  207, 
a  Savior,  36,  45,  72,  133, 
seen  in  nature,  366, 
our  shepherd,  50-55. 
songs  to,  223. 
sought,  143,  148,  149. 
a  sovereign  eternal570,161,211,377. 
our  strength,  145. 
success  from  him,  294,  295. 
a  sun  and  shield,  190. 
support  from,  29,  134. 
support  of  Zion,  221. 
thirst  for,  101,^48,  149, 
trust  in  him,  134,    143,    259,    299, 

342,  386,  539. 
truth  of,  341,  381. 
victory  from,  35,  334,  335. 
vision  of  him,  385. 
walking  with  him,  541, 
wisdom  of,  376. 

works  of  rehearsed  to  children,  180. 
works  of,  43,  78,  79,112,  162,180, 

240,  253,  254,  312. 
worship  of,  10,  147,  208-210,  217, 
309,  310. 
Goodman,  225. 
Good  men  loved,  28, 
Goodness  of  God,  231. 


674  IxNDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

Good  news  to  sinners,  493. 

Good  works,  28, 

Gospel,  conquering  nations,  554, 

excellent,  40,  41,  202  ;  387. 

happiness  of  those,  who  hear  it,  389, 

influence  of,  568, 

invitations,  436,  509. 

and  law,  386. 

power  of,  3S9. 

neglected,  481. 

not  ashamed  of,  513,  514. 

spread  through  tlie  world,  568-570. 

triumphant,  141. 
Government  of  Christ,  107. 
Grace  in  Christians,  516. 

free,  545. 

and  glory,  221. 

and  holiness,  535. 
Gratitude  for  mercies,  260. 
Grave,  warning  from,  609. 
Greatness  of  God,  336,. 337,  340. 
Guidance  of  the  word,  271. 

H 

Happiness  of  the  righteous,  1,  271. 

Happy  old  age,  542. 

Harvest  last,  632. 

Heathens,  asking  for  the  gospel,  554. 

Heaven,  630,  637. 

freedom  from  sin  in,  635. 
heir  of,  27. 
saints  in,  637. 
sight  of,  635. 
Heavenly,  abode,  57. 

Jerusalem,  642. 

joy  at  the  conversion  of  a  sinner, 499, 

500. 
joy  on  earth,  390. 
race,  530. 
rest,  634,  643. 
shepherd,  51-55. 
Heavens,  called  to  praise  God,  353. 

declaring  God,  40. 
Help  prayed  for,  83,  165. 
Heralds  of  Zion,  555, 
Holiness  desired,  44,  269. 

exhortation  to,  82. 
and  grace,  535, 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  675 


Holy  resolutions,  270. 

Holy  Spirit,  the  comforter,  207. 

guidance  of  supplicated,  462. 

intluences  prayed  for.  4b4. 

prayer  for,  459-4(i8. 

regeneration  by,  464-466. 

witnessing  to  the  soul,  46S. 
Hope  in  affliction,  99. 

in  the  covenant,  532. 

in  darkness,  22. 

and  dependence,  99,  100,  178. 

of  heaven,  550,  617. 

and  prayer,  63. 

of  the  resurrection,  2S. 
Hosanna  to  Christ,  264. 
House  of  God,  longed  for,  146,  301. 

loved,  188. 

to  be  built,  584. 
Humble,  Christ's  regard  to,  512. 

God  dwelling  with,  511. 
Humiliation  for  disasters  in  war^  142 
Humility,  300,  301. 
Husbandman,  psalm  for,  153. 
Hymn  for  little  children,  588. 
Hypocrisy  and  sincerity,  533. 
Hvpocrites  judged,  123. 

I 
Idols,  vanity  of,  259,  310,  311, 
Ignorance  and  unfruitful n ess,  532. 
Illusions  of  the  world,  603. 
Immediate  choice  of  God,  479,  480 

repentance,  198. 
Improvement  of  present  time,  53!. 
Incarnation  of  Christ,  95. 
Individuals  corrected  for  sin,  243, 
Ingratitude  to  God  deplored,  504 
Inspiration  and  prophecy,  387. 
Instant  submission,  478. 
Instruction  divine,  60. 

from  the  word,  267-281. 
Invitation,  bv  new  converts,  552. 

of 'the  Gospel,  436,  509. 

of  mercy,  431. 

and  revival,  551. 
Isles  of  the  west,  559. 
Israel,  led  to  Canaan,  243,  257,  25S., 

Christian,  545. 
60 


676  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS, 

Israel,  lamenting,  175.  t 

a  type  of  the  church,  239. 
Issues  of  life  and  death,  613.  j 

J 

Jacob  wrestling,  452,  453. 
Jehovah,  a  rock,  37. 

our  shepherd,  51. 
Jerusaleni  heavenly,  642. 

to  be  restored,  563. 
Jesus,  ascending,  56-58, 

inviting  sinners,  489,  490. 

looking  on  Peter,  513. 

not  ashamed  of,  514» 

a  rock,  64. 
Jews,  praved  for,  564. 
Joy,  in  God,  542,  543. 

in  God's  mercy,  293,  294. 

in  heaven,  500. 

in  heaven  for  a  repenting  sinner, 499 
500. 
Joyful  praise  of  God,  219. 
Joys  earthly  parted  with,  502,  503. 
Jubilee,  year  of,  430. 
Judgment,  day,  121-125,  632-641. 

last,'  121-125. 

and  youth,  487. 
Justice  of  God,  160,  214. 
Justification,  74,  520-524. 

K 

Kindness  of  God,  160. 

Kingdom  of  Christ,  159,  167-171,  222,  224, 
229,  565. 

L 

Lamb,    the,  praised,  456-458. 
Lamentation  of  Israel,  175. 
Landing  of  Pilgrims,  581. 
Last,  harvest,  632. 

judgment,  121,  638. 

trumpet,  636. 
Law,  convincing  of  sin,  497. 

of  God  perfect,  42,  268,  276. 

and  Gospel,  386. 

immutable,  276. 

obeyed,  274. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS.  f377 


Liberty,  sinner?  invited  to,  489. 

to  prisoners,  495. 
Life,  the  day  of  hope,  599. 

not  desired,  605. 

frail,  203-205,  59S. 

a  pilgrimage,  549. 

shortness  of,  92-94,  203-205,   600, 
601. 
Light,  in  darkness,  539. 

and  glory  of  the  word,  387. 

God's  word  a,  270. 
Living  and  dead  faith,  526. 
Longing,  after  God,  101,136. 

for  the  house  of  God,  146. 
Looking  at  the  cross,  421. 
Lord's,  day,  209,  264,  2S6  ;  398-402. 

evening,  402. 

morning,  10. 

prayer,  393,  394. 

supper  instituted,  64S. 
Lost,  child,  500. 

and  saved,  486, 
Love,  brotherlv,  306-309. 

to  Christ.  424,  428,  441,  445-447. 

of  the  earth,  599. 

to  enemies,  84. 

of  God  to  man,  15,  S6,  87. 

to  God,  534,  535. 

to  God's  house,  188. 

to  God  and  man,  535. 

to  God's  word,  267-281. 

of  good  men,  28. 

njiracle  of,   441. 

to  parents,  518. 

redeeming,  440. 

without  it  no  religion,  534. 

to  Zion,  28.5-2S8. 

31 

Madness  of  sin,  470. 
Magistrate,  228. 

resolving  to  be  faithful,  176. 
warned,  186. 
Majesty  of  God,  36,68,69,36,201,202.212, 
222,235,239,  312.  336,337  ; 
372-374. 


673  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 

Man,  approved  of  God,  27. 

mortal,  203-205,  230. 
weakness  of,  370,  374,  601. 
Marriage,  583,  584. 
Martyrs  glorified,  628. 

Masters  resolving  to  liberate  their  slaves, 597. 
Mediation  of  Christ,  408. 
Meditation,  on  the  cross,   507. 
evening,  541. 
and  retirement,  540. 
Meeting,  of  Bible  society,  552,  589, 
of  christians ,   392,  393. 
of  Missionary  society,  552,553,  589. 
of  Peace  society,  589. 
Melancholy  and  hope,  178. 
Mercies  of  God,  161,  232-235,  242,292. 
Mercy,  praise   for,  138,  157,  242,    292-294. 
325,  326. 

prayed  for,  59  ,  139,  183. 
proffered,  508. 
Messiah's,  coming  and  kingdom,  222. 
power,  251,  252. 
prayer  on  the  cross,  48. 
Midnight,  hymn,  572,  575. 

thoughts,  147. 
Minister,  death  of  a,  621. 
Ministry  of  angels,  543,  544, 
Miracles  for  Israel,  181,  257. 
Missionaries,  death  of,  622. 

on  the  departure  of,  556-  558, 
encouraged,  554,  556. 
prayer  for  on  voyage,  557. 
Missionary  society,  meeting  of,  552,  553 
Moral  reform,  593. 
Morning  Hymn,  7,  570 — 573. 
Mortality  of  man,  203-205. 
Mourner  comforted,  608,  609. 
Mourning,  pilgrim,  540. 

the  pious  dead,  607. 
Mystery  of  providence  unfolded,  173, 

N 

Nation,  the  church  the  honor  of  a,  116 
Nations,  converted,  565. 

corrected  for  sin,  243. 
Natural  and  spiritual  influences,  154. 
Nature,  and  scripture,  38-41. 


IXDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  679 

speaking  of  God,  365,  3G6. 
Necessity  of  a  new  heart,  471. 
Neglect  of  the  gospel,  480. 
New,  heart  prayed  for,  130. 

year,  576. 
Night,  237. 
Not  ashamed  of  the  Gospel,   513. 

of  Jesus,  514,  527. 
Now  the  accepted  time,  482. 

o 

Obedience,    75. 

immediate,  530. 
Otfices  of  Christ,  426. 
Old,  age  happy,  542. 

and  new  creation.    14. 
Omnipresence  of  God,    326-329. 
Omniscience  of  God,  214.  326-329. 
Opening  a  place  of  worship,  195,  583,  5S4. 
Original  sin,  469. 

p 

Paradise  on  earth,  443,  570. 
Pardon,  74-77,  125,  419. 

sought,  125-131. 
Parents,  beloved,  518. 
Parting  with  earthly  joys,  502,  503. 
Peacer5D0,  591. 

over  the  world,   110. 

prayer  for,  155,  282. 

society,  589,  590. 

and  union,  306. 
Peaceful  death,  620. 
Penitence,  504-507. 
Penitent,  forgiven,  76. 

praver  of.  96,  125. 
Pefections  ofGod,  84-87,  319. 
Persecution,  deliverance  from,  132. 
Persecutors,  folly  of,  25. 
Perseverance,  516. 
Peter  reproved  by  Christ,  513. 
Pilgrim  mourning,   540. 
Pilgrimage,  life  a,  549. 
Pilgrims  landing,  581. 
Place  of  worship,  195,  196  ;  5S3,  584. 
Pleading  with  God,  11,  24.73,  91.175,  199, 
289. 


680  INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

Pleasures  ofpublic  worship,  187-191. 
Portion  of  saints  and  sinners,  32. 
Power,  of  Christ,  113,  162,  163. 

of  faith,  524,525. 

of  God,  212. 

of  the  gospel,  389. 
Praise,  to  our  Creator,  223. 

for  creation  and  redemption,  547. 

to  Christ,  223,  225,  227. 

to  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  392. 

and  prayer,  186, 
Praise  to  God,  157,  185,  215-219,  225,  227, 
239,  240,  242,  249,  250,  262, 
263,266,311-320,339-359,391. 

for  deliverance,  332. 

for  escape  from  death,  260. 

for  his  mercy,  81,  133,  138,157. 

for  protection,  139. 
Prayer,  in  affliction,  61 ,  199,  232. 

of  aged  christian,  166. 

answered,  80,  97. 

at  the  beginning    of  public   worship, 
395. 

for  a  blessing  on  public  worship,394. 

for  children,  518,  586-588. 

of  Christ  on  the  cross,  48. 

to  Christ,  448,  449,  450,  452. 

of  church  in  affliction,  182-184. 

at  the  close  of  worship,  397. 

for  emigrants  to  Africa,  594. 

to  God,  9,  12,    194,279,  331. 

heard  for  Zion,  230. 

for  help,  83,165,  199,  333. 

and  hope,  44,  63,  64,  135. 

for  instruction,  393. 

for  the  Jews,  564. 

the  Lord's,  393,  394. 

for  mercy, 59, 125-131, 139, 275,299. 

for  peace,  155. 

of  the  penitent,  96,  125-131. 

and  praise,  67,  133,  139,  150,  194. 

for  protection,  330. 

public,  150,  187-191. 

for  the  righteous,  330. 

before  and  after  sermon,  395,  396. 

in  sickness,  231. 


I- 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  681 


Prayer,  against  slander  and  strife,  150,  282. 

in  sorrow  heard,  11. 

for  success  of  iheseed  sown,  396. 

in  teuiptatiou,  23,  137. 

for  triumph  of  the  gospel,  158-160. 

in  trouble,  103. 

and  trust  iu  God,  135,  289. 

of  Zion,   181,  182,  229. 

for  Zion  and  our  country,  158. 
Priesthood  of  Christ,  432. 
Prisoners,  called  to  liberty,  495. 

of  hope,  429. 
Proffered  mercy,  508. 
Promise  to  Abraham,  519. 
Prophecy  and  inspiration,  387. 
Prospect  of  eternity,  604. 

of  heaven,  618. 
Prosperity  dangerous,  135. 

of  sinners,  172. 
Protection,  206,  283. 
Providence,  of  God,  18,  319, 

mystery  of  unfolded,  172. 

rehearsed  to  children,  180. 

works  of,  79. 
Prudence  and  zeal,  92. 
Psalm  for  the  husbandman,  153. 
Public  prayer  and  praise,  150,187-191. 
Public  worship,  beginning  of,  395. 

close  of,  397. 
Punishment  of  the  wicked,  13. 

Q 

Quickening  by  the  word,  272. 

R 

Race,  christian,  529, 

heavenly,  530. 
Rainbow,  576. 
Ravens  feeding  Elijah,  537. 
Reconciliation  by  Christ,  425. 
Recovery  from  sickness,   537. 
Redeemed,  songs  of  the,  636. 
Redeeming  love,  440. 
Reform  moral,  593. 
Refuge,  God  a,  73,  103,  145,  331. 
Regeneration,  464-466. 
Rejoicing  in  God  33,  78,  542. 


682  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 

Reliance  on  the  word,  275. 
Religion,  revived,  551. 

true,  88. 

vain  without  love,  534. 
Religious  education,  81. 
Repentance,  74, 129,  198,  474,478,480,503- 

507, 
Resignation,  538. 
Rest,  heavenly,  634,  643. 
Restoration  of  the  Jews,  71,  261. 
Resurrection,  30,31,197,200,  615,  627,  630— 
632,  640. 

of  Christ,  29,  113,  162,  414-416. 
Retirement,  517,  540. 
Return,  sinners  invited  to,  492. 
Revival,  551. 
Reward  of  charity,  90. 
Riches  vain,  120,  121. 

Righteous  the,  their  blessedness,90,  290,  291, 
297. 

their  character,   1-3,  26,  27. 

confiding  in  God,  17. 

their  dwelling  blessed,  297. 

God  their  defence,  21. 

prayed  for,  330. 

safe,  290,  291. 

and  wicked,  1-3,  20,  89,  131 
Rigiiteousness  by  Christ,  166. 
Ronje,  fall  of,  563. 
Rulers,  warning  to,  140,  186. 

s 

Sabbath,  209,  264,  286  ;  398-402, 

evening  of,  402. 

morning  of,  402. 

school,  585-588. 
Sacrifice  of  Christ,  95. 
Safety,  of  the  church,  109,  111,  546 

in  God,  SO,  143,  206,  207. 

of  the  righteous,  290,  291. 
Sailor's  psalm,  245-247. 
Saint,  his  abode  iu  heaven,  56,  637 

death  of,  228,  615,627 

his  hope,  31 . 

portion  of,  3,  32. 

protected  and  blest,  82,  354,  355. 
Samts,  communion  of,  548. 

and  nature  united,  548. 


f 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  683 


Salem  loved,  28S. 

Salvation,  in  answer  to  prayer,  97. 

by  Christ,  192,  193,  265,  424,  439. 

by  grace,  512. 
Sanctification,  74. 
Saved  and  lost,  4S6, 
Seamen's  psalm,  245-247. 
Seasons,  the,  151,  237,  345,  346. 
Schools,  Sunday  and  Charity,  586. 
Scripture  and  nature,  38,  39. 
Scriptures,  267 — 281. 
Seeking  God,  148,  149. 
Shepherd,  Christ  a,  54. 

God  a,  50 — 55, 
Shortness  of  life,  92. 
Sickbed-devotion,  93. 
Sickness,  prayer  in,  heard,  11. 

and"^recovery,  70,  71,  261,  537. 
Sinai  and  Zion,  388. 
Sincerity,  34,  328,  533. 
Sin,  confessed,  125 — 131. 

correction  for,  243. 

custom  in,  472. 

deceitfulness  of,  496. 

disease  and  madness  of,  470. 

forgiveness  of,  508. 

original,  469. 
Sinner,  dying,  486. 

joy  for  his  repentance,  499,  500. 

miserable,  3. 

resolving  to  go  to  Christ,  498. 

joining  God's  people,  498. 
Sinners,  awakened,  488. 

exhorted,  474,  478—480. 

expostulated  with,  491. 

good  news  to,  493. 

invited,  488—495. 

portion  of,  32. 

prosperity  of,  accursed,  172. 

warned,  474-477,  4S0-495. 
Singing  God's  praise,  217-219. 
Slander,  deliverance  from,  73. 
Slanderers,  prayer  concerning,  150,  282, 
Slaves,  hymn  for  release  of,  597. 

prayer  for,  596. 

not  regarded  as  property,  596. 

religious  instruction  of,  595. 
61 


684  INDEX    or    SUBJECTS. 

Slaves,  submitting  to  God's  will,  596. 
Sloth  acknowledged,  533. 
Sodom,  destruction  of,  477. 
Soldier,  christian,  528,  529. 
Songs,  of  angels,  404,  406,  636. 

for  deliverance,  94,  290. 

to  God,  217-219,223,290,347-359. 

of  the  redeemed,  636.  ^^  0 

Son  of  God  praised,  392. 
Soul  redeemed,  120. 
Spirit  Holy,  the  Comforter,  467,  468. 

guidance  of,  462.  J 

influences  of,  464. 

praised,  392. 

prayer  for,459-463,  466. 

regeneration  by,  464-466. 

sent,  467. 

witnessing,  468. 
Spiritual  influences,  151,  154,  155. 
Spring,  151,  155,  577,  578. 
Star  of  Bethlehem,  439, 
State  of  nature,  469. 
Storm  and  thunder,  6S. 
Strength  from  heaven,  549. 
Strife  complained  of,  282. 
Submission,  to  afiiiction,  301,  605. 

instant,  to  God,  478-480. 
Sufl'erings  of  Christ,  47,  164,  165. 
Sun  and  sun  of  righteousness,  43. 
Support  in  alfliction,  134. 

from  God,  29. 

from  the  word,  277,  279. 

T 

Temperance,  592. 

Temptation,  deliverance  from,  213. 

prayer  in,  137. 
Thanksgiving  day,  104,  105,  578,  579. 
Thirst  for  holiness,  44. 
Thirsting  for  Christ,  441. 

for  God,  101,  148,  149. 
Thunder,  68. 
Time,  accepted,  now,  482. 

flight  of,  482. 

importance  of,  48?. 

improvement  of  present,  531. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  685 

Time,  short.  4S3. 

To-day,  4S5. 

Tracts' dUtribated,  5S5. 

TniDstiguration  of  Christ,  410. 

Triumph  over  death,  614,  616,  626, 

of  the  gospel,  141. 
Troable,  Gods  presence  in,  536. 

God  sought  in,  73. 
True  religion,  SS. 
Trumpet  last,  636. 
Trust  in  Christ,  45. 

in  God,  60,  64,  134,  135,  143,  259, 

299,  539. 
Types  of  Christ,  440. 

u 

Unbelief,  cure  of,  ST. 
Unchristian  zeal,  473. 
Unconverted  state,  469. 
Unfruitfulness  and  ignorance,  532. 
Union,  and  peace,  306,  307. 

of  saints  and  nature,  54S. 
Universal  praise  to  God,  347-359. 
Uprightness,  61. 

V 

Vanity  of  idols,  259,310.311. 

of  man  as  mortal,  93,  335. 

of  riches,  120. 

of  the  world,  602,  603. 
Victory  of  Christ,  109. 

from  God,  35,  132,  334,  335. 

hope  of,  44. 
Vision  of  Christ  at  death,  617. 
Voice  from  the  heathen,  554. 

of  nature,  40,  41. 
Waiting  on  God,  2S9. 
Walking  with  God,  541. 
War,  591. 

disasters  in,  142. 
Warfare  christian,  52S. 
Warning,  to  the  enemies  of  the  church, '1  ST. 

from  the  grave,  609. 

to  rulers,  140,  1S6. 

to  sinners,  474-477,  4S0-4S7. 
Waters  of  life,  from  Christ,  102. 
Way  to  heaven  dificult,  515. 


686  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS, 

Wicked,  character  and  doom  of  the,  1,  140. 

end  of,  131,  132. 

not  to  be  envied,  89,  174. 

punished,  13. 

and  righteous,  1,  89. 
Widow's  son  raised,  630. 
Wife,  death  of,  623. 
Winter  and  spring,  346. 
Word  of  God,  267-281. 

our  guide,  271. 

a  lamp  and  light,  270,271,387,388. 
Works  of  God,  43,  112,  157,  162,240,  241, 
253,  254,  314-320. 

praise  for  the,  344. 

rehearsed  to  children,  180. 
World  conversion  of,  560,  562,  565-570. 

end  of,  603. 

field  of,  560. 

illusions  of,  603. 

van  it  V  of,  602. 
Worship  of  God,  147,187-191,217,  309,310. 

delight  in,  145,187-191,   208-210. 
214-216. 
Wrestling  Jacob,  452,  453. 

Y 

Year,  close  of    581. 

of  death,  577. 

of  jubilee,  430. 

new,  576. 

seasons  of,  151. 
Youth,  advice  to,  83,487. 

corrupted,  473. 

and  judgment,  487. 

prayer  for,  587. 

z 

Zeal,  and  prudence,  92. 

unchristian,  473. 
Zion,  in  affliction,  323. 

beauty  of,  116,  119. 

blessedness  of,  117. 

captivity  of  320-324. 

Christ  her  king,  170,  224,225,  252. 

the  city  of  God,  118. 

converts  of  numerous,  252. 

extolled,  286. 

the  glory  of,  117,119,196,197,301. 

God's  abode,  302,  303. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS.  687 


Zion,  God  its  defence,  177. 

God  the  glory  of,  546. 

God  great  in,  177. 

God  present  in,  152,  177,  302-305. 

God  a  savior  in,  45. 

and  the  gospel,  389. 

guarded,  298. 

heralds  of,  555. 

loved,  285,  288. 

prayer  for,  229,  304,  305. 

prayer  for  heard,  230. 

prayer  of,  in  affliction, 181,  182. 

its  protector,  110. 

restored,  230,  561. 

safe,  298,  546. 

and  Sinai,  388. 

the  support  of,  221. 


62  1st. 


GENERAL  SUBJECTS  OF  HYMNS. 


1. 

Of  God  and  his  AVorks, 

p.   S63-S86. 

2. 

Ofthe  Wordof  God, 

386-390. 

3. 

Of  the  Worship  of  God, 

390-398. 

4. 

Of  the  Lord's  Day, 

398-403. 

5. 

Of  Christ  and  Redemption, 

403-459. 

6. 

Of  the  Holy  Spirit, 

459-467. 

7. 

Of  Sinners, 

469-501. 

8. 

Of  Christians, 

501-550. 

9. 

Triumph  of  the  Gospel, 

551-570. 

10. 

Various  Occasions, 

570-598. 

11. 

Death  and  Eternity, 

598-643. 

12. 

Baptism, 

643-647, 

IS. 

The  Lord's  Supper, 

648-660. 

14. 

Doxologies. 

660-662. 

ANTHEMS,  AND   OTHER  SELECT  PIECES. 

1. 
HOLY,  holy,  holy.  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth !  Heaven 
and  earth  are  lull  oHhe  rnajosty  of  thy  glory.     Glory 
be  to  Thee,  0  Lord,  most  hi-h !  Bost,  Acad, 

2. 
O  ZION,  tune  thy  voice, 
A.nd  raise  thy  hands  on  high! 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh: 
Cheerful  in  God, 
^rise  and  shine,  While  rays  divine 

Stream  all  abroad.  Jlnc,  Lyre 

3. 
HOLY,  holy,  holy.  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth!  Heaven 
and  earth  are  full   of  thy  glory :  Hosanna  in  the  high- 
est.    Blessed   is  He,  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the 
Lord!  Hosanna  in  the  highest.       Gould's  Ch,  Harm, 

4. 

AGAIN  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest. 
Which,  when  He  made  the  world,  Jehovah  blest, 
When,  like  his  own.  He  bade  our  labors  cease, 
And  all  be  piety, — and  all  be  peace. 

Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 
To  learn  his  ^vill ;  and  all,  we  learn,  obey  j 
So  shall  He  hear,  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications,  and  our  songs  of  praise. 

Father  of  heav'n !  in  whom  our  hopes  confide. 
Whose  pow'r  defends  us,  and  whose  precepts  guide  j 
In  life  our  Guardian,  —and  in  death  our  Friend, — 
Glory  supreme  be  thine,  till  time  shall  end. 

Bost.  Acad,  <^*  GouWs  Ch.  Harm. 

5. 

O,  HOW  lovely  is  Zion,  city  of  our  God?  Joy  and 
peace  dwell  in  thee.     O,  how  lovely  is  Zion?  Joy  and 
peace  ever  dwell  in  thee.         Choir  and  Bost.  Acad, 
6-2 


688  ANTHEMS,  &c. 

6. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness! 
Awake  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more. 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day  star  of  gladness  ; 
Arise !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm,  that  subdued  them. 
And  scatter'd  their  legions,  was  mightier  far  ; 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge,  that  pur- 
sued them  ; 
Vain  w^ere  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  the  pow'r,  that  hath  sav'd  thee, 
ExtolPd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be: 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd,  that  enslav'd  thee  ; 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion  is  free.     « 

Handel  ^  Haydn,  Choir,  and  Anc.  Lyre. 

7. 

SHOUT  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King! 
Zion  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his  birth  ; 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling: 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  He  reigns  upon  earth  * 

Anc,  Lyre, 

8. 

THE  Lord  will  comfort  Zion  ;  He  will  comfort  her 
waste  places,  and  make  her  like  Eden,  like  the  garden 
of  the  Lord.  Joy  and  gladness  shall  be  found  therein; 
thanksgiving  and  the  voice  of  melody.      *Rnc.  Lyre, 

9. 

O  BE  joyful  in  the  Lord,  all  ye  lands  ;  serve  the 
Lord  with  gladness,  and  come  before  his  presence  with 
a  song. 

Be  ye  sure,  that  the  Lord,  He  is  God:  it  is  He,  that 
hath  made  us,  and  not  we  ourselves:  we  are  his  peo- 
ple, and  the  sheep  of  his  pasture. 

O  go  your  way  into  his  gates  with  thanksgiving,  and 
into  his  courts  with  praise.  Be  thankful  unto  Him, 
and  speak  good  of  his  name. 

For  the  Lord  is  gracious  ;  his  mercy  is  everlasting, 
and  his  truth  endureth  to  all  generations.     Bost.Acad. 


ANTHEMS,  &c.  689 

10. 

O  COME,  let  us  sing  unto  the  Lord  ;  let  us  heartily 
rejoice  in  the  strength  of  our  salvation. 

Let  us  come  before  his  presence  with  thanksgiving, 
and  show  ourselves  glad  in  Him  with  psalms. 

For  the  Lord  is  a  great  God,  and  a  great  King 
above  all  gods. 

In  his  hand  are  all  the  corners  of  the  earth  ;  and  the 
strength  of  the  hills  is  his  also. 

The  sea  is  his,  and  He  made  it  ;  and  his  hands  pre- 
pared the  dry  land. 

O  come,  let  us  worship  and  fall  down,  and  kneel  be 
fore  the  Lord,  our  Maker. 

For  He  is  the  Lord  our  God  ;  and  we  are  the  people 
of  his  pasture,  and  the  sheep  of  his  hand. 

O  worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  his  holiness  ; 
let  the  whole  earth  stand  in  awe  of  Him  ; 

For  He  Cometh,  for  Hecomethto  judge  the  earth, 
and  wiih  righteousness  to  judge  the  world,  and  the 
people  with  his  truth.  Bost.  Acad. 

11. 

IT  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  and 
to  sing  praises  unto  thy  name,  O  Most  Hisfh  ; 

To  tell  of  thy  loving  kindness  early  in  the  morning, 
and  of  thy  truth  in  the  night  season  ; 

L^pon  an  instrument  of  ten  strings,  and  upon  the 
lute  ;  upon  a  loud  instrument,  and  upon  the  harp  ; 

For  Thou,  Lord,  hast  made  me  glad  through  thy 
works  ;  and  I  will  rejoice  in  giving  praise  for  the  oper- 
ations of  thy  hands.  Bost,  Acad, 

BLESSED  be  the  Lord  God  of  Israel,  for  He  hath 
visited  and  redeemed  his  people  ; 

And  hath  raised  up  a  mighty  salvation  for  us,  in  the 
house  of  his  servant  David  ; 

As  He  spake  by  the  mouth  of  his  holy  prophets, 
which  have  been,  since  the  world  began  ; 

That  we  should  be  saved  from  our  enemies,  and  from 
the  hand  of  all,  that  hate  us.  Bost.  Acad, 

13. 
O  PRAISE  God  in  his  holiness  ;  praise  Him  in  the 


690  ANTHEMS,  &c 

fii'mament  of  his  power  ; 

Praise  Him  for  his  nolile  acts;  praise  Him  according 
to  his  excellent  greatness  ; 

Praise  Him  in  the  sound  of  the  trumpet;  praise  Hira 
upon  the  lute,  and  harp  ; 

Praise  Him  in  the  cymbals,  and  dances  ;  praise  Him 
on  strings,  and  pipes  ; 

Let  every  thing,  that  hath  breath,  praise  the  Lord  ; 
praise  the  Lord.  Bost.  Acad, 

14. 
For  an  Ordination. 
GO  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name. 
Sweetly  the  gospel  trumpet  sound  ; 
The  glorious  Jubilee  proclaim. 
Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 

The  joyful  news  to  all  impart, 
And  teach  them,  where  salvation  lies; 
With  care  bind  up  the  broken  heart, 
And  wipe  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes. 

Be  wise  as  serpents  where  you  go, 
But  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove  ; 
And  let  \'our  heav'n-taught  conduct  show, 
That  you're  commissi on'd  from  above. 

Anc.  Lyre. 
15 

At  a  Funeral. 
I  HEARD  a  voice  from  heav'n,  saying,  Blessed  are 
the  dead,  which  die  in  the  Lord,  from  henceforth :  Yea, 
saith  the  Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from  their  labors 
and  their  works  do  follow  them. 

Anc.  Lyre.  ^^  Gould's  Ch,  Harm. 

16. 
GLORY  to  God  on  high; 
Let  earth  and  skies  reply. 

Praise  ye  his  name  ; 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 
Sing  aloud  evermore, — 

Worthy  the  Lamb !        Anc.  Lyre. 


4 


Jadere  TVllliam  Allen. 

William  Allen,  judge  of  the  Massachtisett^ 
Supreme  Court,  died  suddenly  this  momingr  atJ 
his  home  in  Northampton,  of  neuralgia  of  the 
heart,  aged  sixty-nine.  He  was  around  the 
house  as  usual  this  morning,  but  died  in  a  few 
minutes  after  the  disease  seized  him.  He  had^ 
been  somewhat  ailing  for  a  week  or  two,, 
He  was  bom  in  Brunswick,  Me.,  ^\ 
1822.  His  father,  William,  was  presi^ 
dent  of  Dartmouth  College  in  1816,  and  o^' 
Bowdoin  in  1819.  The  family  came  to  !North«r| 
ampton  in  1839.  The  deceased  was  graduated! 
at  Amhert  College  in  1842,  and  at  New  Haven! 
Law  School.  Justice  Allen  received  his  prep-»| 
aration  for  collegiate  instruction  at  Phillips ' 
Academy,  Andover,  Mass.  In  18.38  he  entered i 
Bowdoin  College,  and  spent  a  portion  of  the  yeaFJ 
in  that  institution;  thence  going  to  Amherst- 
College  the  following  year,  he  completed; 
there  his  classical  course,  and  was  graduated^ ' 
with  the  class  of  1842.  He  began  his  law  stud-j 
ies  at  the  Yale  Law  School,  and  subsequently! 
completed  them  at  Northampton ;  was  admit*^ 
ted  to  the  practice  of  his  profession  duringpj 
1845,  and  immediately  entered  upon  its  duties.  | 
During  1872  Mr.  Justice  Scudder  was  forced  hy\ 
ill-health  to  resign  his  seat  on  -the  Superior! 
Court  Bench,  and  for  a  season  to  seek  its  res- j 
toration  in  travel.  Governor  Washburn  select-: 
ed  Mr,  Allen  to  fill  the  vacancy,  which  jJositionj 
he  held  until  promoted  by  Governor  Long  tol 
the  bench  of  the  Supreme  Judicial  Court,  which 
position  he  held  at  the  time  of  his  death. 


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A    RARE    BOOK. 

At  the  recent  Llvermore  sale  in  Boston  "The 
Soldier's  Pocket  Bible,"  a  little  book  of  only 
sixteen  pages,  was  sold  for  $1000,  and  an  "In- 
dian Primer"  for  $826.  In  both  cases  their  value 
consisted  in  their  rarity,  I  am  reminded  of  a 
rare  volume  to  which  as  far  as  ^  know  publlo 
attention  has  never  been  called— "Dr.  Allen's 
Psalms  and  Hymns,"  published  in  1835.  Rev. 
William  Allen.  D.  D.,  was  president  of  Dart^ 
mouth  College  for  a  short  time  during  the 
famous  controversy  with  the  Statu  when 
Daniel  Webster  made  his  great  argument, 
and,  later,  from  18:20  to  1831*,  was  president  of 
Bowdoin  College.  He  was  the  author  of  many 
works,  the  best  known  of  which,  probably,  is 
his  American  Biogrraphical  Dictionary,  pub-, 
lished  first  in  1809,  with  700  names,  and  after- 
wards greatly  enlarged.  He  was  a  man  of 
great  industri  and  learning  and  much  re- 
spected for  personal  worth.  He  died  at  North- 
ampton, in  1868,  at  the  age  of  eighty-four. 

Like  many  other  eminent  men  he  thought 
he  was  a  poet  and  published  his  'Tsalms  and 
Hymns,"  a  volume  of  over  600  original  hymns, 
if  I  remember  correctly.  The  preface  is  a 
learned,  critical  and  very  valuable  history  of 
the  different  hymn  books  issued.  He  speaks  of 
the  faults  of  theauthors,  from  which,  he  flatters 
himself,  his  own  hymns  are  free. 

Others,  however,  did  not  share  his  favor- 
able opinion,  and  the  students  of  Bowdoin, 
taking  eveiT  opportunity,  student  -  like,  to 
throw  ridicule  on  their  instructors,  used  to 
single  out  stanzas  not  specially  euphonious  and 
sing  them  when  the  president  and  professors 
were  in  a  position  to  hear.  One  stanza  was  a 
favorite,  where  "wild  buffalo"  was  made  to 
rhyme  with  "Timbuctoo."  So  annoyed  were 
the  friends  of  Dr.  Allen,  though  he  himself  is 
not  known  to  have  thought  his  offspring  un- 
worthy, that  they  bought  up  every  copy  they 
cpuld  secure,  and  destroyed  them.  So  well  was 
this  done  that,  years  after.  Rev.  Dr.  Roswell 
D.  Hitchcock,  then  a  professor  at  Bowdoin,  had 
never  seen  a  copy,  but  was  hoping  to  see  one 
before  he  died.    I  went  to  Mr.  Whipple,  an   old 


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